Halloween Children Song

Hamlet meets Hamilton. A tragically good musical.

Hamleton

---Our Midsummer---
The summer air was soft and warm
The feeling right, the Athens night
Did its best to please us
We were so happily engaged
I’d picked the dress and wedding cake
and you
You talked of Hermia, my BFF for life,
you want her as your wife
We had our chance
But there was no true romance
I can still recall our mid summer
I still see it all
Walking in the wood
Stalking you for good
Our mid summer
You were not in the mood
You spent your time besides the river
and I followed like a dog
for longer than an hour
You ignored me, made me sad
but then a fairy fixed all that
Oh yes
This magic creature's name was Puck
he had some flower power
And when we slept, he got our juices flowing
when we woke up, our hearts were warm and glowing
We took our chance 
And then we were more than just friends
I can still recall, our mid summer
I still see it all
At first I had no one
Then I had double fun
Our mid summer
I finally got some
respect from loving men
Our mid summer
I’d do it all again
A kiss upon each cheek
My knees then felt so weak
Our mid summer
I moaned in my best Greek

Our Midsummer

I don’t need you anyway so go shag your girlfriend
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You’re a pathetic creature,
and don’t give a fucking shit
'bout feelings that I had,
You are a motherfucking tit

You’re a bloody wanker,
with no empathy at all.
I hope you’re insecure,
Thinking your penis is too small.

You’re a stupid asshole,
bastard, shit ass, cunt and twat.
I don’t want you in my life,
some part of me wishes you’re dead.

You’re the most annoying person
that I've ever met,
Go back to Rosaline
I'm not your Juliet.

I don’t need you anyway so go shag your girlfriend
I don’t want your love if you pretend
I’ll no longer have, to wait for you to watch more Breaking Bad
Won’t think about you, think about you at all

I don’t need you anyway so finger your girlfriend
I don’t want you, I have my right hand
I’ll forget your name, the sound of your voice and your squeaky bed
Won’t think about you, think about you at all

Not gonna miss your flirting,
or the way we never kissed
not gonna mourn the loss
of passion that did not exist

Not gonna grieve the fact 
that you were not as I had wished
Not gonna cry about,
the tattoo on my wrist 

I don’t need you anyway so please fist your girlfriend,
Tie her up, and fondle all weekend
I’ll no longer dream, about the smell of your feet or hand sweat
Won’t think about you, think about you at all

I don’t need you anyway so pee on your girlfriend
Shove a hairbrush into her wrong-end
I’ll ditch all the names, for the babies we’d made in my head
Won’t think about you, think about you at all

Do, do, do, do, dooo, doo, do

Do, do, do, do, dooo, doo, do

Do, do, do, do, dooo, doo, do

Douchebaaaaaaaaag

Do, do, do, do, dooo, doo, do

Do, do, do, do, dooo, doo, do

Do, do, do, do, dooo, doo, do

Douchebaaaaaaaaag

I don't need you anyway (so go shag your girlfriend)

Music composed for the play "This Filthy Crow" for our ensemble piece for the MA Shakespeare and Creativity (University of Birmingham) at the RSC The Other Place.

Dewi Dankmeyer