We had walked; We had talked;
Our affair was near complete;
My Souled-Vampire Angel left to make LA his seat

We would guest each other; Til Glory tried to reign; The lines of
contact broke down; When this Slayer was slain

With S6 done I'm lookin' through a fan-boy magazine; And there's my
souled-vamp Angel being rated above Me!

My stories weren't fun
My supporting cast looked almost done;
My Angel Had A Better Run
Angel Had Fred, Wes and Gunn

Willow did magic under her breath
Fred's folks weren't there to cause her death; Cordy fought off her
cliches--while we all embraced ours

We were shaking Tara loose; While Wes decided to play things cool; I
whined for the Ripper to stay; But then so did the fans

Those truly novel plot twists; Which we once laid claim to; While Darla
gave her unlife up; We had a Xander bad ship' redo

My stories weren't fun
My supporting cast looked almost done;
My Angel Had A Better Run
Angel Had Cord, Lorn and Gunn

I think that we might soon bounce back;
but even decent characters like Rack;
Make my pressure start to flip; When compared to friendly demon Skip

Take your law firm, yes we would; We'd take them in a minute; You take
the nerds to your hotel and kill em' all real slowly

The growing pains are now all done
The time to rest and have some fun;
Oh, no, we're not gonna deep freeze;
At least we're not; sleepin' with the fishies

(The Scoobies join in and dance with her)

The stories will rebound
The supporting cast earned another round; My Angel now is almost drowned
None of his pals were around;
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na!

(Anya gets a twinge)

Anya: Sorry, gotta go

(Disappears; Reappears)

Xander: Who wanted vengeance? You found someone to wish on me?

Anya: No.

Buffy: The Nerds?

Anya: No.

Willow: That hell-thingy Dark Me almost summoned?

Dawn: Amy? The fans?

Anya: No--it was Ang.....

(A giant tidal wave crashes into Sunnydale)