This is something thats been bugging me, usually in the middle of the night when i can't sleep...

I came up with this catchy little country tune and the name of the song:

Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon

The problem is that no matter what I do I can't get the versus and most of the chorus that i tried to loosley base on Good Omens. SO I call on the creative genius of the board to help write this damn song so I can finally get some sleep...

Verse 1

Verse 2

Chorus
Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon
Burnin' in the fire of hell and heaven
The apocalypse has started
And I haven't got it sorted
Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon

Verse 3

Chorus
Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon

Verse 4

Chorus
Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon

PhD Student: Research information sheet

There once was a man named Bruce
Who liked to sit on a spruce
He ate lots of chowder
And yelled at me louder:
"I'm talking to YOU, Mrs. Hughes!"
--> The Literary Genius: Mowgli

could you hum us the tune?

Damn Spider pig

Think She'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes'...

PhD Student: Research information sheet

There once was a man named Bruce
Who liked to sit on a spruce
He ate lots of chowder
And yelled at me louder:
"I'm talking to YOU, Mrs. Hughes!"
--> The Literary Genius: Mowgli

Curse you spiky, it's now 2:30 am and I've just spent an hour trying to cure your insomnia. Not one of my best but it may help you get some sleep. {yawn}


Verse one
There's an angel here on Earth called Aziraphale,
who's existance is a very strange tale.
And his best friend is a demon,
who avoids the hellish steamin'
and sits around just drinkin' wine and ale.

Chorus
Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon
Burnin' in the fire of hell and heaven
The apocalypse has started
And I haven't got it sorted
Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon

Verse two
Now a witch called Alice Nutter made a prediction,
that would cause these two to question their conviction.
That there would be a birth,
at a quiet place on Earth,
right in the middle of their joint jurisdiction.

Chorus
Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon... etc


Verse three
At a private nursing home, out in the sticks,
Is where Crowley was to perform one of his tricks,
He was to carry out a heist
and swap the Anti-christ,
With the help of a group of religious mavericks.

Chorus
Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon... etc

Verse four
Well the job went wrong, as you'd expect of Pratchett,
The best comedians couldn't even match it!
So to simplify this tome,
he was sent to the wrong home,
a situation, that his station, did not befit.

Chorus
Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon... etc

Verse five
His childhood friends and youthful liberty,
began to change when he reached puberty,
with his pet, a confused Hellhound,
Quite suddenly, he found,
like all young men he could become quite shirty.

Chorus
Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon... etc

Verse six
The time had come for the final Armageddon,
four apocalyptic bikers his way were headin',
along with a witchfinder,
and a pretty cauldron minder,
the atmosphere was becoming rather leaden.

Chorus
Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon... etc

Verse seven
With the opposing hosts a gathering for a fray,
the situation could go either way,
Then suddenly he saw,
he could make up his own law,
and he broke the whole thing up in disarray.

Chorus
Arma-gonna-ged Armageddon... etc

I want to die peacefully in my sleep, just like grandpa. Not screaming and panicking like his passengers.
Don't drink and drive from The Lancre Tavern

Yay to Joc!

I will hand you a small trophy when I find one

PhD Student: Research information sheet

There once was a man named Bruce
Who liked to sit on a spruce
He ate lots of chowder
And yelled at me louder:
"I'm talking to YOU, Mrs. Hughes!"
--> The Literary Genius: Mowgli

Pleasant dreams

I want to die peacefully in my sleep, just like grandpa. Not screaming and panicking like his passengers.
Don't drink and drive from The Lancre Tavern