Posts Tagged ‘Roger Rabbit’

Drawn This Way

Sunday, March 6th, 2011

There was an awesome dance party at Disneyland tonight after all the cheerleader competitions, and everyone’s favorite band Edison Square played (to riotous applause, as usual). They introduced a new song — their third in the row parodying a Lady Gaga tune. They’re either obsessed with her or they need to get out more often!

Anyway, we did our best to transcribe the lyrics and, with their kind permission, present them to you for your reading, dancing, and (if you are so inclined) performing pleasure!

Drawn This Way
(With apologies to Lady Gaga)

It doesn’t matter if you’re W.B, or W-A-L-T.

You hold your gloves up,
‘Cause you’ve got character, baby.

I was a siren right from day one,
Sketched out as harsh sexy cruel.
They drew my bust, painted my dress on,
My look was all hot and cool.

A good design can help a toon go far,
So let the director have his say.
But how you look does not show who you are,
When your cells are on eBay.

I’m hard to look at you say,
But that brings me no shame.
I’m not a bad toon, baby,
I was drawn this way.

Put your eyes back in your head,
Look past the tight sequined dress.
I won’t hurt Roger, baby,
I was drawn this way.
(Drawn this way.)

Look at me some other way.
Baby, I was drawn this way,
Baby, I was drawn this way.
(Drawn this way.)

Close your mouth and go away.
Baby, I was drawn this way,
I’m not a bad toon, baby,
I was drawn this way

Don’t be a weasel, be a toon.
Don’t be a weasel, be a toon.
Don’t be a weasel, be a toon.
(Draw me!)

So I don’t age like your other friends,
Whack my head; hit me with pie.
Hurt me on film, you can’t destroy my worth,
Accept who I am; I cannot die.

A caricature is not a sin,
So keep away the D-I-P (hey, hey, hey)
I love my life, I love Toontown, and
I love you ‘cause you make me laugh.

I’m hard to look at you say,
But that brings me no shame.
I’m not a bad toon, baby,
I was drawn this way.

Don’t try to erase the past,
Accept your ink and you’re set.
I’m not a bad toon, baby,
I was drawn this way

Ink and paint and on my way.
Baby, I was drawn this way,
Baby, I was drawn this way.
(Drawn this way.)

Multiplane me all the way.
Baby, I was drawn this way.
Turn on the laugh track, baby,
I was drawn this way.

Don’t be straight man, be a dope,
Whether hand drawn or rotoscoped.
You’re black and white or Kodachrome,
Studio born or made at home.
You may be CAPS or CGI,
Motion captured or caught by eye,
Don’t let your looks run how you play,
‘Cause baby, you were drawn this way.

Animal, human, or freak,
A pantsless dude with a beak,
Saturday morning, baby,
Your career’s at its peek.

Now you may be Betty Boop,
Or South Park Christmastime poop,
You are the ACME, baby,
Not a cell of dry goop.

Ain’t got a line out of place,
My lead made no mistakes.
I’m no booby trap, baby,
I was drawn this way.

And when you feel like the dregs,
Remember Pete grew a leg.
I’m not a catch phrase, baby
I was drawn this way, yeah!

Try and tear your eyes away.
Baby, I was drawn this way,
Baby, I was drawn this way.
(Drawn this way.)

Throw your biases away.
Baby, I was drawn this way.
Go take an art class, baby,
I was drawn this way.

(C’mon Roger, let’s go home. I’ll bake you a carrot cake.)