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'...
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'...
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'...
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-- RayfordSteele, Jul 01 2002 For comparison http://www.don-mclean.com/i/lyrics.asp [RayfordSteele, Jul 01 2002, last modified Oct 21 2004] Excellently done. This category is slowly becoming my favourite.-- mighty_cheese, Jul 01 2002 "pendant"? - you mean "pedant", surely?-- hippo, Jul 01 2002 You certainly have a way with words, way out.-- FarmerJohn, Jul 01 2002 It's 'pedant?' Good golly, have I always read that wrong?
(Rayford runs off to consider the irony of spelling 'pedantry' incorrectly)...-- RayfordSteele, Jul 01 2002 Heh. I did it too, accidentally, in my profile. I was quickly corrected.-- phoenix, Jul 01 2002 Great minds think alike, eh?-- RayfordSteele, Jul 02 2002 We're goin' boppin,' (BOP!) on all the music they play On the Hatstand.... (hatstand)-- RayfordSteele, Jul 10 2002 + I love this! (I once spelled pedant as pendant, also) Halfbaking minds think alike.-- xandram, Jul 31 2007 Looks like I do a fair bit of talking to myself with all of the swiss cheese now.-- RayfordSteele, Feb 15 2010 random, halfbakery