Parody of “Head Over Feet” by Alanis Morissette (by Weird Alex)

I had a choice and went with you

You took me to the games at the fair

I thought about it

You treat me like I’m a princess

We went to all the great games

And when we’d finished

You’d already won me a Grover, in spite of me

Though I’m so clumsy I’d fall head over feet

So don’t be surprised if I love you for all that you are

Though I couldn’t help it

You won after all!

Your aim was straight, right to the goal

You’re more accurate than I gave you credit for

That’s not lip service

(Chorus)

You are the bearer of trinkets and things

You held your breath and won some more for me

Thanks for your patience!

(rubber duckie solo)

You’re the best marksman that I’ve ever met

You’re my best friend

Best friend with benefits

Didn’t take you too long

I’ve never felt this wealthy before

Of little stuffed and furry animals

I’m quite aware now

Of your great flair now

(chorus)
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Parody of “Ironic” by Alanis Morissette (parody by Weird Alex, inspired by melvan)

An old man eating piles of hay

Turned real green and died the next day

It’s like eating black flies mixed with Chardonnay

It’s a bologni sandwich turned a mottled gray

Isn’t it moronic, don’t you think?

Like singing rain with three syllables

A free ride to where you don’t wanna go

That bad advice, you just had to take

You should have thought, cuz it figures

Mr. Play-It-Safe was afraid to fly

Until one day he thought he’d give it a try

The problem is, he forgot to note

He didn’t have wings…”Splat” was his final quote

And wasn’t he moronic, don’t you think?

Chorus

Well stoopidity has a way of sneaking up on you

Just when you think you’re pretty sharp and OK

And you think you’re doing something right

Yeah, stoopidity has a funny way of making you look dumb

When everything goes wrong and then it all just blows up in your face

A traffic jam you caused while you were late

A no smoking sign on a barbecue display

It’s like 10000 moons above the earth tonight

Meeting the man of your dreams… then realizing he’s someone’s wife

Now isn’t THAT moronic, don’t you think??? A little too moronic… yeah,

I really do think!

Chorus

Stoopidity has a way of sneaking up on you

Stoopidity has a funny, funny way of helping you out…

To look like a lout
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Parody of “The Lament of Desmond R. G. Underwood-Frederick IV” by Steve Taylor (parody by FadeAway)

Dedicated to the IRC addicts of #bannerman

Oh, the news of the impending split

Came at a very bad time for me

Yeah, the news of the impending split

Any other day might have been OK

I was starting to join channels left and right

I was getting prepared for another big night

But when the servers start rumbling, do beware

Makes you feel like pulling out all o’ your own hair

FadeAway, if I may be so deep

Chatting should never pre-empt your sleep

Undernet, Dalnet, it doesn’t matter

If you must irc or eat, choose the latter

(guitar)

Oh the news of her impending /QUIT

Came at a really bad time for me

I was far too young to appreciate

The complexities of a cyber-date

I used colors so much that she typed “/me swoons”

I played too many wavs, so she left the room

Now I’m getting requests, and they all say “/HALT”

And I’m pretty sure this is my .. server’s fault

FadeAway, if I may tell you something

Colors and wavs, they may count for nothing

Offer her {{hugs}} at your own discretion

Better get ready to learn your lesson

(guitar)

Oh the news of my impending /QUIT

Came at a really bad time for me

When they drop your account at the ISP

Tends to steal a bit of the old joie de vivre

I’d just gotten my nick on another page

‘Cause I bravely revealed my true name and age

I had set up five channels all of my own

Until a still small voice screamed on the phone…:

“FadeAway, if you don’t pay your fee

Gonna deny you your I-R-C

Then we’ll get nickserv to drop your nicks

So you’d better get money to us by 6:00″

FadeAway, if I may be so deep

Chatting should never pre-empt your sleep

Undernet, Dalnet, it doesn’t matter

If you must irc or eat, choose the latter
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Parody of “Sock Heaven” by Steve Taylor (parody by Beldin)

Out of Canada

Into the network

sings the clones higher

belting out a classic, he shocks!

lotsa parodys tumbling out together

couldnt sing forever

now we’re missing the qaz!

lord where does he go?

one guy waits with their gfot in a bot!

another guy nervously mocks melvan!

intoverts lost in the big world take heart

surely there’s space up in qaz heaven

out of canada

into the network

couldnt just retire

had to try tempting the bots

one little chan’l spinning round together

couldnt cling forever

god I think we’re losing our mates

seven good months

followed by a feeling

we’d hit the lost feeling

maybe he wont disappear

pick any network

pick a lost packet

if you can hack it

misfit you do belong here

lord where did he go?

one guy waits with their gfot in a bot!

another guy nervously mocks melvan!

intoverts lost in the big world take heart

surely there’s space up in qaz heaven

didnt want a channel to speak some more french

didnt want a webpage in net heaven

didnt want more than to be understood

maybe there’s space up in qaz heaven

lord where did he go?

were gathered here to

keep the world guessing

maybe not just guessing

maybe they’re not guessings at all

chatt’n on the bot with very lit’l attention

did we fail to mention

this time you were destined to crol

and every day the net dies

just a little more

I was sure you were

lovingly watching us wrangle

dont get it now

but we’ll get it when in qaz heaven

we’ll see it all from your angle

one guy waits with their gfot in a bot!

another guy nervously mocks melvan!

intoverts lost in the big world take heart

surely there’s space up in qaz heaven

didnt want a channel to speak some more french

didnt want a webpage in net heaven

didnt want more than to be understood

maybe there’s space up in qaz heaven

lord where did he go?
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Parody of “Lost the Sky Again” by the Newsboys (parody by Beldin)

like a flooder

guilty on all counts

rattling the server

with every ounce of clones he ever had

I was convicted

then i took the fludnet

and the server went down

but I must like it here

’cause I keep on the rebound’n

for a better link

and a free port

and a wining hangman letter

first claimed we had principles

the we dodged the kline

no we’re sure to progess

we’ve mastered ping times

but I know, I know, I know….that….

every name we’ll deop and change

as the old chan dies again

meetings pass, we’re opping too fast

cause we Lost the Bot AGAIN

like an IRCop trying to kill clones

he /names, he /kline’s

he’s not sure if it’s worth the /gline

and he wonders, “how long?”

when I first saw the notice

you were coming back

I lost my impatience

I confess I lost track

of what I was around here for

of the reason I got on here for

remember when it was any chat now

never dreamed you’d be gone

No we’re shaking our heads

wondering how long?

but I know, I know, I know….that…

every name we’ll deop and change

as the old chan dies again

meetings pass, we’re opping too fast

cause we Lost the Bot AGAIN

I feel a silence from you channel bans

I’ve slapped a lamer on the wrong face

but it only makes me long for the day

when you’re right back in your place

every name we’ll deop and change

as the old chan dies again

meetings pass, we’re opping too fast

cause we Lost the Bot AGAIN

Ad nauseam
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Parody of “Babylon” by Steve Taylor (parody by FadeAway)

Taylor fans

in a restless time

our mice we aim to klik

what the hick?

(yeah-heah)

melvan’s here

will the !lyrics rhyme?

this place is really cool

I just frool

use LifeBot

you can throw a pie

play hangman, it’s a blast

gotta guess it fast

#Bannerman

born of your crols

ready for Steve

logged in, won’t leave

I hear an eener say

#Bannerman, I’d like to stay

cash cow lurks

and the nick list grows

some make a calc for “burp”

some just yerp

sinf for me

this channel rocks

I cannot wait to crol

make this channel wol

#bannerman

born of your crols

waiting for Steve

logged in, won’t leave

I hear an eener say

#bannerman, I’d like to stay

oooo, make this channel wol

#bannerman

born of your crols

waiting for Steve

logged in, won’t leave

I hear an eener say

….

I hear an eener say

#bannerman, I’d like to stay

#bannerman, oooo, I hear an eener say
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Parody of “Down Under” by Steve Taylor (parody by Weird Alex)

Down Under

It’s the land where you find beldin, down under

Down Under

IRC is where he’s held in, down under

Beldin went from college to a taxi cab

On a fine December day

Didn’t care to sit through classes that were drab

Now he chats all day

Down Under

He appears in his fine style, down under

Down Under

We have beldin’s name on files, down under

Beldin told his brothers in the fellowship

Of the M.O.O.#.B

How to upset melvan with a little tip

Of saying HERM with glee!

Down Under

Drinks Coca-cola ‘stead of water

Down Under

He seems like he’s Lifey’s father

Ain’t no Yankee jive

Ain’t no Commie plot

Beld don’t lean left or right

He stands on solid rock

We hold this truth to be as dear to life as bread

And Beld would think better if maybe he would just go to bed…

Beldin looked around and saw that bots were nice

Organized a big bot parade

Someone told his HDD to crash that night

And how it obeyed!

Down Under

Say things wrong and he will mock you

Down Under

Down Under

His humour will likely shock you

Down Under
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Parody of “I Want to Be a Clone” by Steve Taylor (parody by Weird Alex)

I’d gone through so much other stuff

That joining IRC was tough

But now I know it’s not enough

I want to have a clone!

I installed Linux as a start

Got my host prog to do its part

And now I know deep in my heart

I want to have a clone!

Have a clone, and talk to myself all night

Cloneliness is next to godliness, right?

I’m grateful when the show the way

Cuz I don’t really know the way

To do this on my own

I want to have a clone!

They told me my clone’d fall away

Unless I followed what they’d say

You need two servers anyway if

You want to have a clone!

Or else you might get a k-line

and then you wouldn’t feel so fine

Oh, yes, it’s in this heart of mine

I want to have a clone

Chorus

Send in the clones! “I wanna tell my friends and neighbours about this.”

“What? You’re still a babe, you have to grow, wait until you have about 10 clones or so.

Cuz if you wanna be cool like these, you gotta clone like one of us!”

So now I see the whole design

And open windows, eight or nine

My friends tell me I’m doing fine

At generating clones

I’ve learned enough to stay afloat

Have enough clones to fill a boat

I’m glad you /msg’ed that note

On how to have a clone!
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Parody of “Escher’s World” by Chagall Guevara (parody by `luthien with help from Weird Alex)

Through the world of IRC I fell

To the place where melvan plays

Now I know her friends so well

I don’t ever want to leave them!

I woke up in melvan’s world today

My server said it was okay

melvan, Beldin, and qaz are in,

Lifey brings you back again & again

eener, Elkvis, are you listenin’

Do you ever feel annoyed

By your lack of dates, my friend

Come to #bannerman for good

MOo#B or So#M will end that trend

We’re walking in melvan’s world again

Rise up you wutg minded men

mred, wonky, and kumquat, too

Monday nights can be quite a zoo

lucy1, PattyT, we ain’t foolin’

Let the gfot wars have their day, yeah

The Hork Queen’s on her way!

We’re living in melvan’s world it seems

We’re always sinf-ing in our dreams

Bourgeois, Haxiem, etan too

Show up once in every while or two

Fadeaway, wowness, all these newbies

melvan, Beldin, & Qaz are in

eener, Elkvis, we ain’t foolin’

#bannerman brings you back again and again

#bannerman brings you back again and again

#bannerman brings you back again and again
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Parody of Starflyer 59′s cover of “Sin For a Season” by Steve Taylor (parody by FadeAway)

A tribute to DPIACTT, if you couldn’t tell

There’s a shaky antenna in the hands of the hostess

Conjugated verbs, but she’ll try to crol home if

she can make it past the lawn

She never liked the pink plastic ornament flamingoes

Sitting like an eye on the horizon of tomatoes

like a wobbling … fawn

Now the cow’s in the pasture, tractor’s in the barn

She still sees the body of one Sneelock Harn

I’m only froolin’, gotcha, only teasin’

Sinf for a reason

Well the lips say “toad spaghetti armadillo”

While the pen writes something ’bout “the billowing billows

In the billowing billows”

Gonna get my new rhyme, gonna send my lyrics in

Get the card trashed so you can type it up again

(maybe typed in stereo?)

But he sees a warning in the new FME:

“No man’s gonna wave a big green thing at me”

I’m only froolin’, gotcha, only teasin’

Sinf for a reason
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