It was fun to make a couple of song parodies in my story, Lost Souls. I think I'll try my hand at another one. Of course, it doesn't help that I've been listing to this in the car while driving to work, either. Since, I can't seem to write anything without some plot to it, I'll frame my parody in a little impromptu skit. For reference, bold text means two voices singing.

Author's note:

The bold type may not transfer over, so the chorus is considered to be sung by both voices.

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On the grass at the base of the tree, Dale began tuning his bass guitar while Monty tightened the skins on his drums. The rugged Aussie asked dubiously, "You sure you kin pull this off, mate?"

The red-nosed chipmunk boasted, "You bet! Chip and I used to headline at the Acorn Club before we met all of you. It was great fun and more than paid the bills, too. you just stick to the rhythm I wrote for you, and I’ll follow your lead. Remember the chorus and we'll pull this off swell!"

Meanwhile, up on the branch outside of Ranger Headquarters' front door, Gadget was droning on and on about the wonders of elementary biochemistry. Equations after reactions after precipitants after vaporization points overfilled Foxglove's ears, numbing her brain.

Suddenly, Gadget pointed down at the ground and asked an obviously leading question, "Hey, isn't that Dale?"

The sound of her cutie's name caused Foxy's brain to snap back to reality faster than the speed of light. The shock waves from the her snapping ears seemed to break the sound barrier, if one were to view the situation poetically.

As she looked down to the ground, she exclaimed, "It is Dale! Look, Gadget! Dale's going to serenade me! Isn't he romantic?"

Gadget smirked as she gave the 'thumb's-up' down to Dale on the ground. Apparently, only technobabble is powerful enough to block echolocation. Monty began pounding a fierce beat on the drums while Dale strummed out a moving melody. The red-nosed one began singing with gusto as Monty accompanied him on the chorus.

"She's my Foxy Pie

Cool lady bat

She’s caught my eye

Flies so good

Make a grown moth cry

Sweet Foxy Pie

Yeah

Wow

Heh Heh

Well, flying to the front door

Flying in the park

Flying all night ‘cause

It’s just us after dark

Flyin' to the left and

Flyin' to the right

I think about glidin’

and fly all night, yeah

Yeah, yeah - huh!

Flyin over city hall

Flyin' over banks

I get hugs

and for that I give thanks

Flyin' real fast

Cause she wanted me to chase her

So I climbed up the thermal

And she flew even faster

I fly, you fly,

We all fly with her

Don't try to stop

Cause you just can’t stop her

She's my Foxy Pie

Cool lady bat

She’s caught my eye

Flies so good

Make a grown moth cry

Sweet Foxy Pie

She's my Foxy Pie

Put a smile on your face

Ten miles wide

Looks so good

Bring a tear to your eye

Sweet Foxy Pie

Yeah sweet Foxy Pie

Yeah

Flyin to the drums

Flyin to the boom

Flyin to the bass in the back of my room

Ain't got no sail, ain't got no mast

But we get where were goin if we fly real fast

I fly, you fly,

We all fly with her

Don't try to stop

Cause you just can’t stop her

She's my Foxy Pie

Cool lady bat

She’s caught my eye

Flies so good

Make a grown moth cry

Sweet Foxy Pie

She's my Foxy Pie

Put a smile on your face

Ten miles wide

Looks so good

Bring a tear to your eye

Sweet Foxy Pie

Yeah sweet Foxy Pie

Yeah

Fly it

All night long

Fly it

Hey, hey, Ow!

(I'm a trained professional)

Flyin' through the city

Flyin' on the street

Flyin' so fast

That we crashed and weeped

In walks Gadget

seein’ me all tore

She said, "You ain't gonna fly

with your Foxy no more."

She's my Foxy Pie

Cool lady bat

She’s caught my eye

Flies so good

Make a grown moth cry

Sweet Foxy Pie

She's my Foxy Pie

Put a smile on your face

Ten miles wide

Looks so good

Bring a tear to your eye

Sweet Foxy Pie

Yeah sweet Foxy Pie

Yeah

Sweet Foxy Pie

Yeah! Huh!

Fly it!"

As the boys finished, Dale asked, "You think she liked it?"

Monty looked up and replied, "Incoming."

Confused, Dale looked up to see his favorite bat approaching at top speed with the biggest grin she ever sported. He was short of breath for the rest of the day.