Title: ATXC 1999
Author: Maureen S. O'Brien
Category: Filk!
Distribution: Anywhere and I do mean anywhere.
Author's Note: Written for Sheryl Martin, by her request.
If this isn't what you were thinking of, quite, don't
worry...I think I've got another filk coming for New
Year's Day!)
Disclaimer: Don't need one. This is a parody and
a political statement. So there.


ATXC 1999
(To the tune of Prince's "1999", natch.)


Don't worry, I won't hurt Fox.
I only want Fox to have some fun!

I was filkin' when I wrote this --
Forgive me that it's all for free.
But when I woke up this mornin'
Coulda sworn this was X DC.
The sky was dark and snowy;
Conspiracy -- the streets were clear!
But if Syndics run this country,
I think they oughta run for beer. 

MM --
Two-thousand, zero-one-er 
Series over, oops! Out of time...
So tonight I'm gonna fanfic 
Like it's 1999.

I was filkin' when I wrote this,
So sue me! Court says they'll protect.
  (Nanny-nanny, nanny boo-boo!) 
If life is just a series, 
Then Heaven's running on FX.
Some people poke their nose in, 
They tell me what to read and write...
Already got a muse!
And we'll be partyin' tonight.

Yeah, CC --
Two-thousand, zero-one-er 
Series over, oops! Out of time...
So tonight I'm gonna fanfic 
Like it's 1999.
Yeah.

Lemme FAQ ya somethin'.

If you didn't come for fanfic,
What group'd you think you're postin' to?
We got a Dragon and a Rambo,
And forty well-armed Mary Sues.
Yeah, some of us write da bomb!
And it's never been a sin to play,
And before that thread was finished,
We'd ficked ten years away.

M & S --
Two-thousand, zero-one-er 
Series over, oops! Out of time...
So tonight I'm postin' fanfic 
Like it's 1999.

(repeat)

All right, it's 1999.
You say it, 1999.
1999, 1999. 
Don't stop, don't stop, summer one more time.

(repeat refrain)

Yeah, 1999. (1999)
Doncha wanna write? (1999)

Doncha wanna write? (1999)
We could character-death any day. (1999)
Let's not fickin' argue!
I'd rather smut my life away. (1999)

Listen to what I'm tryin' to post.
Everybody, everybody type 'Fibbie.'
C'mon now, you type 'Fibbie.'
Let's write! Everybody type (Fibbie)
Don't dis the Imagi-Nation, no (Fibbie)
Ignore the frustration, y'all (Fibbie)
Tell me who Krycek's reamin', Daddy, say (Fibbie)
Modem's a-screamin', Mama (Fibbie)
Revise, beta, post (Fibbie)
Young and old, (Fibbie)
Shy and bold, (Fibbie)
Cummerbund onto the ground, gown (Fibbie) (Fibbie)
Come on, torture Skinner, Pendrell (Fibbie)
Let's write, c'mon, Sarah's on (Fibbie) (Fibbie)
Let's write (Fibbie)
Got a Dragon on my newsgroup, wookiee, yeah (Fibbie)
Oh--and she's ready to roar (Fibbie)

Mommy--will you tell me a story now?
Daddy--will you tell me 'bout those FBIs?