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BLUE SUN ROOM FILK
To the tune of "Banned From Argo" - Serenity's crew has some R&R and adds a "third" one - Wreakage
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After too many rum balls, a lot of moving boxes into my sister's new home, and a marathon of Joss Wheadon's shaky-fated Space Western, another bastard child of Argo was born...
"Serenity Shore Leave"
To the Tune of "Banned From Argo," Leslie Fish
Credit or blame goes to Allronix
Now Argo port, it has got a rep on planets near and far.
For having nasty outlaws, and the roughest spacer bars
Yes, Argo port, it is as tough as a frontier town can be
But Argo port - it met its match - with the ship Serenity!
CHORUS:
And they're Banned From Argo, that's a fact!
Banned from Argo, and they sure aren't welcome back!
The ship docked and the folks aboard stayed for a day or two
Now Argo isn't certain what to do!
Dr. Tam was hard at work. It was an accident, you see.
He mixed Blue Sun, deck cleaner, and cure-all #3.
Well, as medicine, it was useless, so he tossed it in the back.
But when mixed in brew, it turns into an aphrodisiac!
CHORUS
Now, crossing our first officer is something you don't do.
She's knocked out seven Space Marines and a demolition crew.
Her darling husband doesn't fight, but he's duct-taped almost all.
And dropped them, branded and hogtied, on the roof of city hall.
River is a quiet girl, and it has long been said
She hasn't been right upstairs since the Feds messed with her head.
She stole her bro's creation - Well, who knows what that girl thinks?
All we know is that she dosed the Lone Star's stash of drinks!
Serenity's young engineer, just for a little joke
Charmed away security codes from an unsuspecting bloke
So now every time a button in the engine room gets pressed
All terminals on Argo swear - in Cantonese, no less!
Our mercenary's good with guns - all else, he's pretty dumb.
Took off his shirt in Lone Star Pub and challenged all who'd come
Buried in a stack of girls, they finally pulled him free.
He's recovering from hickeys, and five kinds of VD.
Our Preacher is a mystery, and he likes it just that way.
He won't give an answer to his whereabouts all day
Well, he hates those deadly sins - and chief among them sloth
Gamblers report they've been cleaned out by a fellow of the cloth
Inara's an "ambassador," a Companion truly fine.
And she had a sample of the Lone Star's finest wine.
When she and Mal got back aboard...Oh, well, you likely know
They got it on, and hit the comm, and gave the town a show!
Our Captain is a simple man. His luck is quite complex.
He and the "ambassador" were busted having sex.
His skill abed now advertised through the entire spacer's hub,
But, the last thing he remembers were the drinks at Lone Star Pub!
A pack of Reavers landed, and nobody really cared.
They stormed into the nearest bar to announce that they were there
Well, the crew was busy there, and invited them to play.
The Reavers took one look at them, then turned and dashed away.
Well, the crew is smuggling's finest, and they stand by their success.
But when they want some R&R, they leave behind a mess.
Yes, indeed, that Firefly class, it truly is a gem
And we're sure that frontier ports won't be forgetting them!
END
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