My Little Disney: Music is Magic

(Note: Sung to the tune of The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad's "Headless Horseman")

Sung by Vinyl Scratch aka DJ-Pon3

DJ-Pon3 couldn't remember much from last night, or the reason why she woke up with a massive headache and her mane littered with twigs.

All she knew was, she was up a tree in the Everfree Forest with a saxophone and a tiger, wearing who knows what, with only herself to blame. Or at least that was what everypony would say.

Gather 'round and I'll elucidate
What went down at the club so late
Pinkie Pie parties, I party hard
For some reason, from the zoo I'm barred...
There's a tiger with stripes and great big eyes
And it's got fangs about this size
I lost my Vinyl tracks and shades
And I'm dressed in a black outfit for maids
I'm telling you, brony, it's a frightful sight
I dunno what the heck happened last night

How I got up here's a mystery
There's no ladder, far as I can see
I'm broke, that's bad, but even worse
I'm a bed-less pony with no purse
That's right, I'm a fright just late last night

I'm aching all over from head to hoof
Sleeping in branches and leaves for a roof
Ponies take one look and groan
And they tell me leave the punch alone
Can't help but feel I'm all on my own

And there's a saxophone taped to my horn
I think my mane's filled with twigs and corn
I swear to the longest day I live
I'll exercise the moderation I can give

I'd jump down there but it's quite a fall
So how'd I get up here at all?
A massive headache in my brain
Make casting magic such a strain

Last night's fuzzy, it's just not clear
How I wound up in the tree right here...
With a tiger, a saxophone
And a bed-less pony all alone

With a hip, hip and a clippity clop
I'll make my party spirit stop
So please don't stop to figure out "why"
Just don't copy this bed-less guy

Now if you doubt this tale is so
Just ask Octavia, she should know
No doubt she'll talk of dubstep beats
Or how she lost sight of me in the seats
For she'd have stopped me there, my friend
If she stayed with me to the end

So when you're ridin' home tonight
Make sure you mind is clear and right
Or else you'll end up just like me
With strange acquisitions, no money!

With a hip, hip and a clippity clop
I think my dignity's for the chop
So please don't stop to figure out "why"
Just don't copy this bed-less guy