I've had this running around in my head all day in bits and pieces, so here it is.

(Hints of spoilers up to 3.07, I guess. Nothing for shows unaired in North America to date.)

It’s Beginning to Feel a Lot like Thursday!

It's beginning to feel a lot like Thursday!
Winchesters will appear
Take a look on the windowsill, to see if there's sulfur spilled
The demon-kind they leave behind a smear.

It's beginning to feel a lot like Thursday!
Ghouls behind each door
But the scariest sight to see would be the eyes of dear Sammy
Turning black once more. (NOT A SPOILER!)

Two hundred demons led by the boy-king
Is the wish of Meg and Ruby
The apocalypse and demons with whips
Is the dread of Ellen and Bobby
And Sam and Dean just want evil to get a new hobby

It's beginning to feel a lot like Thursday!
There the Impala goes.
There's an ifrit in the Grande Hotel, a ghost in the park as well
The angry kind that likes to eat your nose

It's beginning to feel a lot like Thursday!
Soon the boys arrive.
They'll snark, research and fire, whether shotgun, grave or pyre,
And then off they'll drive.

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Hehe. No, I'm not singing it. It's far too late and I haven't had near enough liquor. Also, I think the meter is off in a few spots. And I need to fix some stuff in it, maybe. And I have to work in the morning. Yeah. *looks shifty*

ETA: Okay, fine, here's me singing it. :-)

Tags: cracky, filk?, supernatural
Current Mood: weird
Current Music: Robert Meredith Wilson rolling over in his grave.