It’s eight o’clock on a nippy day
The regular posters log in
There’s a screen on the desk right in front of me
Waitin’ for Dave to begin.
It says, “Folks, I will post you a diatribe
I’m not really sure how it goes
But it’s mad with much heat and I knew it complete
When I wore a saner man’s clothes.”
La la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum.
Write us a rant, you’re the zany man
Write us a rant tonight
Well, we’re all in the mood for a malady
And you’ve got us feelin’ no fright.
Now James at dot org is a lucid guy
He gets me my facts for free
And he’s quick with a poke at any crazy old folk
And there’s nowhere that he’d rather be.
He says, “Will you believe this is ticklin’ me?”
As the doubt spreads all over his face
“Well, I’m sure that Dave could be a movie star
If he found a gullible place.”
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum.
Now Sherm is a rational essayist
Who never had time for this strife
And he’s talking ’bout Davy, whose head’s filled with gravy
And probably will be for life.
And the Skepchick is pondering goofy shticks
As the woo-woo nuts slowly get boned
Yes, they’re getting a dunk in what’s logical
But it’s better than babbling alone.
Write us a rant, you’re the dilly man
Write us tirades tonight
Well, we’re all in the mood for some lunacy
And you got us lookin’ all bright.
It’s a pretty good crowd for a nippy night
And our admin will tolerate bile
’Cos he knows that it’s we on whom you’re trying to pee
To forget about truth all the while.
And the bluster, it reads like a septic tank
And the harassment smells born of fear
And we look from afar and make sense of your blah
And say, “Man, what are you tryin’ here?”
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum.
Write us a rant, you’re the whacky man
Write us baloney tonight
Well, we’re all in the mood for your malady
And you’ll keep us laughin’ ’til light.
(With abject apologies to B. Joel)
