Quiet Side Story: An American Musical

to the tune of Avril Lavigne’s Sk8er Boy

 

He was a boy
she was a girl
can I make it any more heteronormative?
He’s into film,
she plays croquet
What more can I say?
He wescams her
She does as well,
They come to Usdan dressed in pastel
They took The Ride
But he had lied,
That he was cool sitting on Loud side

He was a film house boy
She only drank la croix,
He really hated Loud Side Yooz
She was like “what the hell?”
Was he feeling unwell?
She thought that Quiet side was a snooze

Five days from now
She sits on Quiet side
Wishing that she hadn’t tried to hide
Because she realized
That she really prized
Seeing the happiness in his eyes
When she would say
Let’s go and play
A little of my favorite sport, croquet
And in return
I’ll have to learn
To have dinner without athletes in the way

He was a film house boy
She only drank la croix
He really hated loud side yooz
But with some patience and
A little raisin bran
Quiet was no longer a snooze

She took a chance
She asked him to dance
He thought it was a real romance
She never knew
what Usdan could do
To change everything that you thought you knew
She would decide
that loud to quiet side
Was not so big of a divide
Now they’re just friends
But it’s ok,
Cuz they sit on quiet side every day
Laughing about
Loud side throughout
Knowing that later they’d play croque

He was a film house boy
She only drank la croix
He had stopped hating loud side yooz
It didn’t matter now
They worked it out somehow
Now they had nothing left to lose