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Twas the Night of the Leppard

Twas the night of the Leppard and all through the place, not a Brit
boy was singing, not even "The Face."  The guitars were hung on the
racks with great care, in hopes that the techs, soon would be there.

The vocals were nestled all snug on the tape with visions of sales
and fans they would sate.  And Phil with his Jackson and Viv with a
Strat, had just settled in for a long music chat.

When out at the mic there arose such a clatter, they sprang from the
booth to see what's the matter.  Away to the mic stands they flew
like a flash, tore open doorway, and tripped over trash.

The lights on the curve of the high polished chrome, gave the luster
of midday to the Lep's new song home.  When what to their wondering
eyes should appear, but Joseph and Savage and all with full gear!

Then came the ol' drummer so lively an quick, Phil knew in a minute
they'd rounded up Rick.  More rapid than eagles, the greetings they
came, they hooted and shouted and chanted the names:

Now Pyro! Now EP! 
Now Retro and Slang!  
On cd! On single! 
On albums and thangs!
To the top of the charts!  
To the top of it all!  
Now write away! Write away! 
Write away all!

Their new pens did leak before writing a word, when they met with a
chorus line that sounded absurd.  So on to the rewrite of chorus they
flew, with heads full of words, and some silly stuff too.

With some words that were of an argument kind, when met with a
challenge they prodded their minds.  So onto the bridges they drew
with a curse, with no words a'coming, what could be worse?

And then in with an inkling, Joe heard in his head, the prancing and
pawing of words Viv just said.  As he threw down his pen and was
turning around, into the room Sav came with a bound.

He was dressed all in red, from his head to his boot, and his eyes
were a'twinkling, there was something afoot.  A grundle of lyrics he
had crammed in a sack, he looked like a scholar with glasses intact.

The words, how they sparkled!  The verses, how charming!  The bridges
were magic, the intro astounding!  

A cheeky riff wound like a bright Christmas bow, and the outro and
lyrics were perfect to go.  A bit of a song was held tight in a fist,
and the words they encircled the boys in a mist.  It had a hard beat,
really so lovely, that rang when they played it, like T-Rex on telly.

It was ripping and phat, a right rockin ol' song, and they yelled
when they heard it, and all played along.  A roar of delight and a
twang of a cord, soon came to witness, that the fans won't be bored.

They changed not a thing, but went straight to their work, and filled
all the channels, and recorded the words.  And playing the back beat
beside the rad drum, giving a nod, they were almost done.

Joe sprang to the phone, to give Cliff a notice, then played the song
live and twice sang the chorus.  Cliff heard them exclaim as they
finished that night,

"Happy Christmas there mate!  We just got it right!"


Twas the Night of the Leppard
Written By:
AJ Edwards, December 1996
Based on:
Twas the Night Before Christmas
by Clement Clarke Moore