Bratz: The Musical
August 23rd, 2008by Erika Rae
BOULDER, CO-
“Urban Rhapsody” from BRATZ: The Musical
The scene: Cloe, Sasha and Jade have just snuck out of the house after an all evening bender of vodka mixed with V8 Splash, stolen from Jessica’s mom. Jessica, a precocious 5 year-old with the propensity toward long tantrums followed by consecutive days of bottomless joy, has been their caretaker ever since she got them for her birthday the previous year. She is currently sleeping soundly under her Hello Kitty bedspread in the corner of the room. The curtains flutter playfully in the open window next to her head…
[sung to the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody - click here if you would like the tune in the background, you'll need to open it in another window so you can karaoke it...]

Is this the real life –
Is this just fantasy –
Caught in a manslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up my thighs and see –
I’m just a po’ ho, I need your sympathy
Because I’m easy come, easy go
A little bi, little ho
Anytime you need a blow, doesn’t really matter to me,
To me.
(8 count)
Cloe:
Mama, just met a man,
Got drunk and pressed my luck
Pulled his trigger, now I’m fucked
Mama, a new life had just begun,
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away –
Mama oooh,
Didn’t mean to make you cry –
Doc said I’ll be back again this time tomorrow –
Carry on, carry on, passion’s all that matters -
(8 count)
Sasha:
Tuesday! My time has come!
Does anybody have a dime?
Body’s aching all the time
Goodbye everybody –
I’ve got to go -
Gotta leave you all behind and drink some 40 proof –
Mama – ooo – (any time you need a blow)
I don’t want to die,
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all -
Jade:
I see a little silhouetto of a man…
Gotta douche! Gotta douche! Where did that damn man go?
Butter, carbs and shortening - very very frightening me –
Ass of J Lo, Ass of J Lo,
Ass of J Lo, Ass of J Lo
Paris, Britney – magnifico –
But I’m just a po’ ho and nobody loves me –
She is just a po’ ho from a po’ family!
Spare her this life from this life on the streetz!
Easy come, easy ho, will you let me go?
Shut up, bitch, no! We will not let you go – let her go –
Shut up, bitch, no! We will not let you go – let her go –
Shut up, bitch, no! We will not let you go – let her go –
We’ll not let you go – lemme go!
We’ll not let you go – lemme go!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no means yes!
C’mon mami, c’mon papi, c’mon mami lemme go –
Snoopp D-O-Double-G has a place in his crib for me, for me, for me!
So you think you can bone me and spit in my eye –
So you think you can love me and leave me to die –
Oh baby – can’t do this to me baby –
Just gotta get off – just gotta off right here –
Oooh yeah! Oooh yeah!
Passion’s all that matters,
Any 6-year-old can see,
Passion’s all that matters, passion’s all that matters to me,
Any time you need a blow…
Tags: Bratz Dolls, Cloe, Jade, Mr. Potato Head, Sasha, V8 Splash, vodka





































Oh Erika… you are making my laugh out loud (and wet my britches a little) in a very very quiet hotel lobby!
Hi-fucking-larious!
I didn’t see your comment until after I posted mine … so weird we both made the same exclamation, although I misspelled mine.
Strange co-fucking-incidence!
Sta-fucking-range indeed!
Oh, this is hil-fucking-larious! About time someone did this. I hated those damned things: Plastic Prostitutes.
My daughters used to love these skanky dolls, but thankfully want nothing to do with them now. They’ve moved on to Hannah Montana and the Jonas Brothers, an abomination on a different level. Oh well, when I was a tyke it was the Banana Splits and the Monkees.
Well done, Erika, well done.
Oh thank God you’re laughing…cuz it coulda really swung the other way, you know. I mean, seriously.
Oh - and you must promise never to tell my daughter what I have done with the dolls her auntie gave her.
Ever.
Staring at you with big eyes.
Instead of imagining the song I imagine you with a creepy look in your eye as you position the dolls and take photos like they’re some kind of over-botoxed mini-porn stars.
There should have been an Indiana Jones doll instead of that ego-trippin’ potato head sucka though.
By the way, I just printed this out and put in an envelope. I’m sending it to your kids unless you send me $1.
It’s like you were there…
And go ahead. Send it to my kids. If you want them to know that Cloe, Sasha and Jade are not, in fact, in heaven following a tragic Big Wheels accident like mommy said they were - and are in fact pimping themselves out like the whores they really are down on Pearl Street - go ahead. Can you live with that, Nick? Can you?
Oops, insert “Staring at you with bug eyes” comment here.
**cheers** applause**whistles***
my goodness, the plasticine, mini-peen panache of that tater fellow!
good work mah dear; now the song’s stuck in my head all day, thanx….
heh heh - you should hear the crap goin’ round in my noggin! Thanks for the nice words. ( :
You know I tried not to like this but when I got to Mr Potato Head with his ball cap on sideways I just could help it anymore. Completely entertaining.
Exactly. You could not refuse Mr. Po with his sideways cap - and neither could the Bratz girlz. A lesson in judgment, I suppose.
Thanks. ( :
oh my god you are adorable.
what the hell are those slutty barbies? where did you get those? did you put make up on them?
i like barbies. they are ladylike.
you’re hilarious.
I didn’t do anything to them. Bratz Dolls come just like that, slutty make-up, painted on panties and all. Target market age? 5-10 years old. You can buy Bratz fiction books for little girls, and they have even come out with a Bratz movie. They are the modern Barbies. If you want to be even more appalled, google ‘Bratz’ and see what you come up with. They’re ookie.
They are, indeed, ookie.
This post was not.
(And I’d always suspected Mr. Potato Head would be a lecher. Not surprised in the least.)
See… I never saw it coming. It was a total surprise to see that Potato acting so badly.
now that was in-itself fun. you put quite a bit of time into that and it showed. good work and welcome to TNB (about three posts too late).
Thanks, Kip! (Does that mean I get an A?) And I love the TNB!
Priceless! Bravo! Other words of praise!
I’m sending a link to all my mommy friends. They all hate Bratz, and simply have to see this lyrical/photo masterpiece.
Ps. I second the Mr. Potato Head Lecher comment. No one with a smile that big is up to anything decent.
Oh, sha! You make me blush. Sweetness.
And yes, loathers of the Bratz World unite! You know, they have Bratz Boyz now, too: http://www.bratzboyz.com
Stop the madness!!!
Mr Potato Head is singing “Nookie” yo.
Damn straight he is. He is one seriously stuffed potato.
OK the potato is growing on me because he looks like he’s having the time of his life.
Little-known secret: The Bratz girlz are nothing but gold diggers, and that potato is nothing if not prime Yukon Gold. He is literally rolling in the dough.
Which would make him a samosa, I suppose, but like I said, I’m not here to judge.
Damn shame Potizza Head had to wait for his fame. His status been pimpa-lickin hood since he was ballin’ with Spudd Webb and ‘em back in the dirty dirty. And it ain’t just the Brat-tat-tatz, neither, yo. Barbie did the greasy, easy on the D.L., and when Ken got beside himself talking smack, Potizza cracked his back with the blackjack. And I gots the 411 on Potizza and some of them celebrity bitty dolls, too. But this that ghetto CNN and ya’ll ain’t paid your cable bill, so…
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