Well, they say imitation is the highest form of flattery. I liked thereven's rendition of Under The Bridge for the Pyro, so I decided to make one up too. It tells the story of a Medic who lost his Heavy...
To the tune of "American Pie"
A long, long time ago…
I can still remember
How that Heavy used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my way
That all day we could spray and pray
And maybe, BLU’d be dead for a while
But the Dustbowl server made me shiver
With every kritzkrieg I’d deliver
BLU dots on my forehead
One false move, and I’m dead
I can’t remember if I cried
When I saw his body – charred and fried,
But something touched me deep inside
The day my heavy died.
So why why did my Heavy guy die?
Tried to uber up a pyro
Too bad he was a spy
That demo man is busy drinking his rye
Whining “is my team even gonna try?”
Is my team even gonna try
Did you build a sentry gun
And is rocket spamming so much fun
If a soldier tells you so?
Do you hate getting ricki rolled
Does the Sasha chill your mortal soul
And does Natascha always make you run real slow?
Well, I know that you love playing with him
‘cause I saw him uber you in that scrim.
You both killed so many BLUs
All that was left was bloody shoes
I was a lonely crazy german doc
With an uber-saw and a nerfed up glock
And I knew I was out of luck
The day my Heavy died
I started singin’
“why why did my Heavy guy die?”
Tried to uber up a pyro
Too bad he was a spy
That demo man is busy drinking his rye
Whining “is my team even gonna try?”
Is my team even gonna try
…
I met a scout who sang the blues
And I asked him for some happy news
He drank a Bonk! And ran away
And I went to that spawning place
Where I’d last seen my Heavy’s face
But the spy there said the heavy wouldn’t play
And on the servers, the demos spammed,
The snipers sniped, and hackers scammed
But not a word was spoken
As our best defense was broken
And the three players who I tried to cure
The soldier, spy and engineer
A spy just killed them from the rear
The day…my Heavy…died
And they were singing,
“why why did my Heavy guy die?”
Tried to uber up a pyro
Too bad he was a spy
That demo man is busy drinking his rye
Whining “is my team even gonna try?”
Is my team even gonna try
They were singing,
“why why did my Heavy guy die?”
Tried to uber up a pyro
Too bad he was a spy
That demo man is busy drinking his rye
Whining “is my team even gonna try?”
To the tune of "American Pie"
A long, long time ago…
I can still remember
How that Heavy used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my way
That all day we could spray and pray
And maybe, BLU’d be dead for a while
But the Dustbowl server made me shiver
With every kritzkrieg I’d deliver
BLU dots on my forehead
One false move, and I’m dead
I can’t remember if I cried
When I saw his body – charred and fried,
But something touched me deep inside
The day my heavy died.
So why why did my Heavy guy die?
Tried to uber up a pyro
Too bad he was a spy
That demo man is busy drinking his rye
Whining “is my team even gonna try?”
Is my team even gonna try
Did you build a sentry gun
And is rocket spamming so much fun
If a soldier tells you so?
Do you hate getting ricki rolled
Does the Sasha chill your mortal soul
And does Natascha always make you run real slow?
Well, I know that you love playing with him
‘cause I saw him uber you in that scrim.
You both killed so many BLUs
All that was left was bloody shoes
I was a lonely crazy german doc
With an uber-saw and a nerfed up glock
And I knew I was out of luck
The day my Heavy died
I started singin’
“why why did my Heavy guy die?”
Tried to uber up a pyro
Too bad he was a spy
That demo man is busy drinking his rye
Whining “is my team even gonna try?”
Is my team even gonna try
…
I met a scout who sang the blues
And I asked him for some happy news
He drank a Bonk! And ran away
And I went to that spawning place
Where I’d last seen my Heavy’s face
But the spy there said the heavy wouldn’t play
And on the servers, the demos spammed,
The snipers sniped, and hackers scammed
But not a word was spoken
As our best defense was broken
And the three players who I tried to cure
The soldier, spy and engineer
A spy just killed them from the rear
The day…my Heavy…died
And they were singing,
“why why did my Heavy guy die?”
Tried to uber up a pyro
Too bad he was a spy
That demo man is busy drinking his rye
Whining “is my team even gonna try?”
Is my team even gonna try
They were singing,
“why why did my Heavy guy die?”
Tried to uber up a pyro
Too bad he was a spy
That demo man is busy drinking his rye
Whining “is my team even gonna try?”
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) left was bloody shoes
