A long long time ago
I can still remember how
that stupop used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could hang with those pe(n)dants
And maybe they'd be happy for awhile.
But the month of June it made me quiver
with every beach dome I delivered
Bad
news at my doorbell
I couldn't check my email
I can't remember if I sighed
When I read about Chicken: Re-entry Fried,
But something touched me deep inside
The day, the muses cried.
So...
REFRAIN:
Bye, bye clever halfbaking guy
Take your heaters off your ears, or your head's gonna fry
Them good ol' boys were linking 'mystery suicide'
Singin' this will be the day that I die
Did you bake the clapper glove
And do you have faith in jutta's love
If the tag-line tells you so.
And do you believe in helping trolls
Can custard fill that roadway hole
And can you teach me to burn my flag real slow...
Well I know that you're in love with us
Cuz I saw you bakin' with such a fuss
You all had nothin' to lose
And I dig those hullaballoons.
I was a lonely twenty-something schmuck
With a blink pace-maker and a random truck
But I knew I was out of luck,
The day, the muses cried.
I started singin'...
Refrain
Now for a few days we've had our own gig
And bliss gave screaming banshee wigs
But that's not how it used to be,
When jester baked a horn of creme
And yoghurt in a tangerine
and a vote that came from you and me.
And while CoolerKing was standing down
Stupop wore his judgement gown
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned
And while Vernon wrote a book on quarks
The nadir played with carniverous sharks
And we riled against exclamation marks
The day, the muses cried.
We were singin'...
Refrain
In a Helter-Skelter by a bus stop shelter
The dimmer ran up with a brake light belter
Eight miles high and slidin' fast
He landed smack on his ass
The bakers tried for a park here flag
With our jutta posting anno's in a tag...
Now the half-baked lair was sweet perfume
While TheMilitary baked Spifenorkenfoon
We all joined the church of No-Pants,
Oh but then came the pedants
As the bakers tried to take the field
The robot band refused to yield
Do you recall the anti-gawker shield
The day the muses cried
We started singin'...
Refrain
Oh and there we were all in one place,
A generation in virtual space
With no toilet to test our Theremin
and *_uk be nimble *_uk be thick
*_uk go on and suck your lint
But lookout, for the 'Wall of Death' Motorway Bends
Oh and as I read him on the page
My hands were clinched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could ring that Office Belle
And as the bones climbed high into the night
To go out loudly was his right
I saw stupop laughing with delight
The day, the muses cried.
He was singin'...
Refrain
I met a girl in one of those 10 word queues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the 'bakery store
Where I'd heard the muses years before
But the man there said the muses didn't stay
And in their posts the bakers dreamed
the Farmer wrote and po redeemed
But not a word was spoken
The links they all were broken
And the stu idea that I loved the best
the spider's multi-task success
it caught a bus with a velcro vest
the day the muses cried...
and they were singin'...
Refrain