Indeedy, it's time to drag those utterly camp costumes out of the closet, stick on an absurdly droopy moustache and start waving your arms around in the air, for Y.M.C.AoL is here!!!
The Army of Light
Yes! The song that won the 1996 Babblings 'Madness' award is now online!
Now you can re-create the magical atmosphere of Wolf 359 1996 by following
these simple instructions:
1. Acquire a karaoke CD of the song 'YMCA' (as popularised by The Village
People).
2. Rent a hall holding about 2,000 people and invite about 1,600 friends
round.
3. (This step optional) For best effect, run strawberry smoke through a
BIG smoke machine and hire in some decent lights and an operator.
4. You're all set! Run the CD (and lights and smoke, if hired) and get
four friends (for the bits in bold) and a lead Idiot to sing the
following lyrics on stage, following along with the CD accompaniment.
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ARMY OF LIGHT
Lyric by Paul Presley (prezzer@cix.compulink.co.uk);
additional lyrics by Cad Delworth (caddelworth@cix.compulink.co.uk).
Lyrics ©Copyright 1996 by Paul Presley and Cad Delworth; all rights
reserved.
to the tune of 'Y.M.C.A.' written by Morali, Belolo, and Willis,
©Leesong Copyright Service Ltd.
Young race, there's a war on the way.
I said, young race, this time you're in the fray.
I said, young race, we know more than we're say,
But please don't-let-that-get-you-down.
Young race, last time our ass got kicked.
I said, young race, so we're mightily pissed!
I said, young race! That's why your minds got messed:
So we'd steer-you-to-the-show-down.
(CHORUS)
It's fun to be in the AR-MY-OF-LIGHT!
It's fun to be in the AR-MY-OF-LI-IGHT!
When those Shadows arrive, you'll fight hard to survive,
And you'll need our tech-nol-ogy,
It's fun to be in the AR-MY-OF-LIGHT!
It's fun to be in the AR-MY-OF-LI-IGHT!
We can't do it alone, we're the slings, you're the stones,
We'll survive, you'll die (pro-ba-bleeee).
Young race, they've been out in the cold.
I said, young race, now the Shadows are bold!
I said, young race, welcome in to the fold
Of the gang-that's-go-nna-meet-them.
Young race, they're amassing a force!
I said, young race, it's no time for a pause!
I said, young race, now you're part of our cause,
We can help-you-all-to-beat-them.
REPEAT CHORUS, substituting:
Now we've got the White Star, and Miss I-van-o-va,
And John She-ri-dan: we can't lose!
...
We'll have plenty of fun! Though we don't have the guns,
We can scare 'em down to their shoes!
No race does it all on their own.
I said, young race, great to have you along!
I said, young race, even though we're Vorlon,
We can't kill-these-Sha-dows-so-lo.
That's why we enlisted your help,
And said: 'Young race! Do some Good for yourself!'
We hope your race won't get left on the shelf
When those beams-and-bombs-all-fly-low.
REPEAT CHORUS, substituting:
We were here once before, in the last Shadow War:
That was only an interlude!
...
Now with you on our side, We can do the job right!
We can finish them off for Good!
HALF CHORUS CODA:
It's fun to be in the AR-MY-OF-LIGHT!
It's fun to be in the AR-MY-OF-LI-IGHT!
Young race, young race, are you listening to me?
Young race, young race, what do you want to be?
Lyric reproduced by kind permission of the authors; all other rights are
reserved.