Everybody has a superpower. Mell’s is pulling guns from nowhere. Unity’s is similar, but more general. Dave’s was slouching. Helen’s is that thing where she predicts some random impossible detail (like the size of people Artie would lord over). Dr. Jones’ is probably the way she changes clothes while strapped down. This is Tip’s.
Now we’re here in New Orleans!
‘Midst a dozen party scenes,
Tip has vanished, what the hell?
So we call him on his cell …
Hear him squeal above the din,
Forty-five mere seconds in!
Music sounds and fashions whirl …
Tip took off behind some girl …
Then to other girls was led …
Now he’s handcuffed to the bed!
Fruity syrup makes them grin,
Forty-five mere seconds in!
Oh come on, you had to know you’d lose him the moment you got there.
45 seconds? He really does have a superpower, doesn’t he? Thinking him the mundane of the group based on appearance is clearly wrong…
I’d be careful calling his appearance mundane. He might come at you right through the fourth wall.
Everybody has a superpower. Mell’s is pulling guns from nowhere. Unity’s is similar, but more general. Dave’s was slouching. Helen’s is that thing where she predicts some random impossible detail (like the size of people Artie would lord over). Dr. Jones’ is probably the way she changes clothes while strapped down. This is Tip’s.
(TUNE: “Twenty-Five Or -Six To Four”, Chicago)
Now we’re here in New Orleans!
‘Midst a dozen party scenes,
Tip has vanished, what the hell?
So we call him on his cell …
Hear him squeal above the din,
Forty-five mere seconds in!
Music sounds and fashions whirl …
Tip took off behind some girl …
Then to other girls was led …
Now he’s handcuffed to the bed!
Fruity syrup makes them grin,
Forty-five mere seconds in!