From: Joy Green 
Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett
Subject: [I] Utterly.  Buffy Filk (since I wasn't at CCDE to write one)
Date: Mon, 06 Aug 2001 22:09:00 +1200



The scene: 

Sunnydale, night.  The camera pans down from a neon lamp, to Spike, 
illuminated by the glow. He looks broodily around for a moment, the
light shining dully on the leather he wears.  Suddenly, he grins, and
pulls out  a ukulele (as you do), and begins to sing, to the tune of
the George Formby classic, "Leaning on a Lamppost":

I’m leaning on a lamp,
Maybe you know that I’m a vamp, 
And you may think I’m hanging round to suck some gore.
But no, although that’s true, it isn’t what I plan to do
I’ll tell you why I’m here and what I’m waiting for. 

I’m leaning on a lamppost at the corner of the street
In case a certain little slayer comes by, 
Oh me, oh my, I hope that pretty slayer comes by. 
I only want to try my skill, I’m sure she wants to make the kill
And anyhow I know that she’ll try, 
Oh me, oh my, I hope that little slayer comes by. 

There’s no other girl I would wait for, 
This one I’d risk tempting fate for, 
I won’t have to ask what the stake’s for. 
She wants to dust my arse, it’s not a chance to pass
Oh she’s resolutely dutiful and super-strong and beautiful, 
And anyone can understand why, 
I’m leaning on a lamppost at the corner of the street,
In case a certain little slayer comes by.