Creepy Girl
(To the tune of Billy Joel's "Piano Man"; a tribute to Kazerobet)
It's five o'clock on a Saturday,
Regular crowd dressed in black
There's a moody young girl writing poetry,
In a dark little corner in back
She says, "Why must I live when so many die?"
And she goes about raising the dead
And you get a nervous twitch in your eye
When all of her poetry is read
La la, la da, de de da
La da de de da da da
Read me a poem, you're the Creepy Girl
Read me a poem, tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for some coffee now
And this was the first place in sight
Now John at the bar was a friend of mine,
Now he's a ghoul, eating flesh
And he's chewing on Davy, just back from the Navy
So at least, there, I guess that he's fresh
And ol' Kazy, she's raising up Davy now
As a small smile just creeps 'cross her face
And she's pretty in kind of a gloomy way
Only dead guys can get to first base
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la la, de da de do
Now Jayla's a shady barista girl
Who dabbles in drugs on the side
And she's full of good humor, so despite the rumors
I bet she's got nothing to hide
And the daytime barista's a vampire slayer
And they keep a live dragon in back
And they're serving a drink they call Lattes now
But Kazy just drinks coffee black
Oh, read me a poem, you're the Creepy Girl
Oh, read any poem on hand
Even though they're depressing as hell to me
They're better than the gothic house band
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
Three non-necromancers or four
And we're here because we know, it's good cappuccino
If they'd just turn the lights up some more
And Kazerobet, she sounds like she's half-asleep
As she recites her next freeform verse
Though she speaks of unlife, her words cut like a knife
And you hope she's not casting some curse.
Oh, la la la, la de da
La la, de de da de da
Oh, recite your poem, you're the Creepy Girl
Recite that poem, like you do
Next time I'm in the mood for a coffee bar
Think I'll walk over to Caribou