oh_noes wrote on Dec 26th, 2009 at 2:17pm:To be sung to the tune of "camptown racetrack".
You've been reading out PM's, doo dar, doo dar.
You've been reading our PM's, lying to us all day.
Limit to twenty for a bit, doo dar, doo dar
Post 300 or can't send feculence, that'll piss them off a bit.
Try to piss them off a bit.... Try to piss them off a bit.
I can't use logic so I'll post tripe, hoping they will take a hike.
How did I do?
Bit of a natural talent there, buddy. Mind if I have a wee pop?
To the tune of er, love me do
Good science for you
doesn't know what is true
argue 'til he's blue
so plea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ease...
ignore his view
oh-oh, ignore his view
He's so full of spit
and lacks any form of wit
not even a tiny bit
so plea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ease...
Ignore his view
oh-oh ignore his view
Someone will laugh
at Goodscienceforyou
Abuses his control
nosey, dirty mole
will read your PMs whole
so plea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ease...
Ignore his view
oh-oh ignore his view
Someone will laugh
at Goodscienceforyou