Sqeaketh the Wheel is the name
and I stayed up and racked my brain
for ideas worthy of fame
till morning’s sunlight came
In the winter of twenty twelve
We were happy to invent and delve
into ideas ripe for a bun
It's a time I remember, it was fun
The night
they took the HB down
All the bakers were swearing
The night they took the HB down
Poorly, bakers were faring
They went, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Sat with my wife in reverie
When one day she called to me
"Sqeaketh, quick, come see,
There goes Tim Berners-Lee!"
Now, I don't mind posted rants
and I don’t approve of helium pants
You bun those you like
And you leave the rest
But they should never
Have fish boned the very best!
The night they took the HB down
All the bakers were swearing
The night they took the HB down
Poorly, bakers were faring
They were like, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Like the bakers before me
I will work for laughs
And like that newbie below me
Who failed to mend his gaffs:
He was just a sprout, proud and brave
But then UB laid him in his grave
I swear by the flour below my feet
You can't raise a baker up
When he's in defeat
The night they took the HB down
All the bakers were swearing
The night they took the HB down
Poorly, bakers were faring
They went, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Why do I keep coming here?
when I’d rather go out for a beer
I crave approval but my ideas suck
I’m hoping this song might change my luck
The night they took the HB down
All the bakers were swearing
The night they took the HB down
Poorly, bakers were faring
They were like, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.