The fishbones are piling, and the regulars howling
Way down in the bakery tonight.
There's a troll in the shadows with a pun in his idea
And a flame shining not so bright.
GeorgeTheRobin's on the site and m-f-ds in the annos,
And jutta's fixed the misspelled names.
And down in the profiles where the deleted are rising
Oh, I swear I saw this one guy called DrCurry
It was 'Baked' he was trying to exclaim.

Oh, bakery you're the only thing in this whole world
That's pure and good and right.
And wherever I am and wherever I go
It'll always bring me some light,
But I gotta log out, I log right out now
Before the final crack of dawn.
So we gotta make the most of our short time together
When it's over, you know,
We'll both be so alone.

Like a troll out of school I'll be gone when the morning comes.
When the night is over, like a troll out of school, I'll be gone, gone, gone.
Like a troll out of school I'll be gone when the morning comes.
But when the day is done
and the votes go down
and the fishbone's shining through.
Then like a newbie before the gates of Recent 3
I'll come crawling on back to you.

I'm gonna hit 'annotate' with a speedy click
And a sarcastic quip in mind
When the croissant is hot, and the bakers are hungry
And they're about to see what I opined.
Anything goes except pants with poles,
And the _uk crew can just get lost.
If something really rocks, then give it some rolls,
Even if it's got a sky-high cost.

Well I know that I'll bake if I never log out,
And maybe I'll bake if I do,
But with every idea I've got left in my head,
You know I wanna be baked with you.
If I gotta be baked, you know I wanna be baked
Posting through the night with you
Well if I gotta be baked, you know I wanna be baked,
Gotta be baked, you know I wanna be baked
Gotta be baked , you know I wanna be baked
Posting through the night,
Posting through the night,
Posting through the night with you

Oh, bakery you're the only thing in this whole world
That's pure and good and right.
Though no matter how hard the moderators try
There's always gonna be some shite.
So I gotta log out, I log right out now
Before the final crack of dawn.
So we gotta make the most of our short time together
When it's over, you know,
We'll both be so alone.

Like a troll out of school I'll be gone when the morning comes.
When the night is over, like a troll out of school, I'll be gone, gone, gone.
Like a troll out of school I'll be gone when the morning comes.
But when the day is done
and the votes go down
and the fishbone's shining through.
Then just like Susen before the overview page
I'll come crawling on back to you.

Well I can see myself in the outside world
Further than any other baker's ever gone.
And my fingertips are raw, but my soul is ripe,
And no one's gonna stop me now, I'm gonna make my escape.
But I can't stop thinking of you,
And I don't close my browser down until it's way too late.
And I don't close my browser down until it's way too late.

Then I'm sitting at my PC terminal in the blazing sun,
Bored and linking at the foot of another rant,
And I think somebody somewhere must be writing a WIBNI.
And the last thing I see is Panic PIN, still recent,
Logging out of the bakery and going to sleep
Like a troll out of school...

Then I'm sitting at my PC terminal way past 3am,
Tired but writing an idea to improve our lives.
And I think somebody somewhere must annotate it soon.
And the last thing I see's a croissant,
All flaky...all flaky...
Logging out of the bakery and going to sleep
Like a troll out of school.
Like a troll out of school.
Like a troll out of school.
Like a troll out of school.
Like a troll out of school.
Like a troll out of school.
-- -alx, Aug 22 2002

//If something really rocks, then give it some rolls//
That alone is worth a pastry.
-- angel, Aug 22 2002


I hear that fresh hot bread goes excellent with meat loaf. Here, try some..
-- Mr Burns, Aug 22 2002


Like a troll out of school I'll be gone when my mommy calls.
When it's past my bedtime, like a troll out of school, I'll be gone, gone, gone.
Like a troll out of school I'll be gone when my mommy calls.
Then I'll throw a shit-fit
and I'll pop a new zit
and go back to touching myself.
Then like a wannabe with less intellegence than money
I'll come slinking on back to you.
-- phoenix, Aug 22 2002


Paradise By The Keyboard Light?
-- Guy Fox, Aug 22 2002


Don't let your meat loaf.
-- briandamage, Aug 22 2002


Nicely done, -alx. Fishbone! :0)
-- DrBob, Aug 23 2002



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