My McKinley High Story~Glee Fanfic

Orginal Song

"I have bad news, My Chemical Romance has not allowed us to sing 'Sing' at regionals," Mr.Shue said upset.

"Mr.Shue, I think we should do original songs!" Rachel butted in.

"That's a good idea. Everyone get writing, I want to hear songs," said Mr.Shue.

~Lunch~

"I don't think I can write a song. What about you?" I asked Finn.

"It's too hard," he replied walking to the auditorium.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"Helping Rachel write song," he answered.

"No need to, Quinn's helping her," I told him.

"Oh. Okay!"

~Next Day~

"Hey San!" I said hugging her.

"Hey! Can you play there's notes for me on the piano?" San asked me while handing a piece of paper.

"Sure! Have you got a song?"

"I do!" she said winking at me.

~Glee Club~

"Mr.Shue! I have a song I wrote for Sam," Santana said while I walked to the piano.

"It's called Trouty Mouth!" Santana said.

"What?" asked Sam.

"Trouty Mouth," whispered Mike.

Guppy Face, Trouty Mouth
Is that how people's lips look where you come from in the South ?
Grouper Mouth, Froggy Lips
I love suckin' on those salamander lips
Wanna put a fish hook in those lips so cherry red
If you tried hard enough you could suck a baby's head
Wooh!

"That's it. Stop with the mouth jokes!" Sam yelled.

"Sit down, I'm not finished!" Santana shouted back.

"No. Mr.Shue we are singing a song called Trouty Mouth!" shouted Sam.

"Sorry Santana, but Sam's right. Anyone else have a song?"

"I do, it's for Lauren. I know I offended you by singing 'Fat Bottomed Girls', so this one's called Big Ass.......Heart!" Puck said.

My girl went to the doctor cause her heart had palpitations
He said cut the carbs, or else she'd end up pushing up carnations
She stepped up on the scale and the doctor said, "Oh Lordy"
If you don't drop a few, girl, you won't make it past age forty

My girl said, "Hey lookie, on my fancy x-ray chart"
Said the doctor, "Holy hell that's one G.D. big ass heart"

I'm telling you my friend, my girl's got a big ass heart
When she shops for groceries that heart gets its own damn cart
That big ass heart can pump two tons of love through her chest
And then sit down and win a lovin' pie-eating contest

I love that big ass heart so much I think it isn't fair
Like how your heart won't pay me back for breaking all my chairs
So sick with love I think I'm coming down with rickets
When that big ass heart flies coach it has to pay for two plane tickets