Vince Gilligan's Island

(Parody of Gilligan's Island)

Just sit right back 

And you'll hear a tale

A tale of a meth based cook, 

That started in Albuquerque, 

Aboard an RV’s nook.

The chef was an ailing teachin’ man,

The student filled with dread, 

Five short seasons began that day, 

When Crazy Eight was dead, 

Crazy Eight was dead.


The business started getting rough, 

Some mercury was tossed.

If not for the lying of ol’ Heisenberg,

The money would be lost.

The money would be lost. 


Two planes crashed above his house 

When he let Jane choke on her bile

Vince Gilligan, 

You crazy fool,

This millionaire

Made from crime,

Has gone too far, 

The professor has broken bad, 

On Vince Gilligan's Isle.


 (Ending verse)

So this is the tale of our antihero, 

The DEA has to find.

Hank will have to use evidence 

To get inside Walt’s mind.


The mad man and his student have

Gone their separate ways, 

From actions unforgivable

Like poison on Brock’s lunch tray. 


No Gus, no Hank, no Boetticher, 

Not a single live body

Like Robert Kirkman drew

They’re all as dead as can be.


All bad things must come to an end, 

But it’s sure been worthwhile, 

From now on we’ll all tread lightly

On Vince Gilligan's Isle!