Pretty Fly (For a Bronze Guy)

Note: Watching Advent Children videos set to The Offspring's 'Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)' inspired me to do this parody, with no particular bronzerider in mind. Honest. I swear.

Pretty Fly (For a Bronze Guy)

Gonna chase me, baby? (Uh-huh! Uh-huh!)
Gonna chase me, baby? (Uh-huh! Uh-huh!)
Gonna chase me, baby? (Uh-huh! Uh-huh!)
And all the greens, they say I'm pretty fly
For a bronze guy.

One, two, three,
I'm as manly as can be!

You know it's kind of hard
Just to win a flight today;
Our subject never has,
But he's strutting anyway.
He may not make 'em swoon,
And he may not have style,
But everything he lacks,
Boy, he makes up in denial!

So don't debate: he's purely straight--
Says so every chance you give him, anyway.
He's gonna rise to chase, and win the race,
In his own dreams, in his own dreams.
If he doesn't rate, he'll overcompensate;
At least you know you can always throw him in the Lake.
Greenriders need their toys,
So hey, hey! Do that bronzer thing!

Gonna chase me, baby? (Uh-huh! Uh-huh!)
Gonna chase me, baby? (Uh-huh! Uh-huh!)
Gonna chase me, baby? (Uh-huh! Uh-huh!)
And all the greens, they say I'm pretty fly
For a bronze guy.

He needs some great lines,
And his moves must be the best;
He wears pants that are too tight,
And his shirt shows off his chest.
Now cruising through the Bowl sky,
He sees greenies as they pass,
But if he leers twice
They're gonna kick his pansy ass!

So don't debate: he's purely straight--
Says so every chance you give him, anyway.
He's gonna rise to chase, and win the race,
In his own dreams, in his own dreams.
If he doesn't rate, he'll overcompensate;
At least you know you can always throw him in the Lake.
Goldriders need their toys,
So hey, hey! Do that bronzer thing!

Now he's aiming for the big knot,
He's hitting on golds;
The Weyrfolk ain't too worried,
And they're laughing in the Holds.
Friends say he's trying too hard,
Oughta act more shy,
But in his own mind
He hears all the women sigh!

Gonna chase me, baby? (Uh-huh! Uh-huh!)
Gonna chase me, baby? (Uh-huh! Uh-huh!)
Gonna chase me, baby? (Uh-huh! Uh-huh!)
One, two, three,
I'm as manly as can be!

So don't debate: he's purely straight--
Says so every chance you give him, anyway.
He's gonna rise to chase, and win the race,
In his own dreams, in his own dreams.
If he doesn't rate, he'll overcompensate;
At least you know you can always throw him in the Lake.
Greenriders need their toys,
Oh, goldriders love their toys,
Even blues and browns should have toys,
So hey, hey! Do that bronzer thing!

		    ---Written by Kassima

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