Subject:	Song-Type Poem 3- Hello Richard!!! (was Re: wallawalla)

: working. 
: annoyed with stupid, prima donna-esque candidates

This should be sung to the tune of "Primadonna" from the 
musical Phantom of the Opera- 

(parts in parens are a the same time by members of the chorus)


Kirstin:	Primadonna,
		you lousy candidate.
		Don't make me come 
		And smack your face
		With this coffee mug

		Then you'll be bleeding all over the floor
		Which will make me mad all the more

		Primadonna,
		I'll kick your ass right now
		I'll get my toys 
		And staple you 
		To the comfy chair

		You'll begin screaming for help towards the door
		Singing please don't hurt me no more

		Primadonna,
		I'll kill you where you stand
			(what would make a candidate)
		I'll mangle you
			(think they would not get hit)
		And stick their clothes
			(They must be stupid)
		In the paper shredder

All: 		Then they will die in a big mess of gore
		Being primadonnas---- no more.