I could do a blog from Mars,
Or from the twinkly, sparkly stars,
It doesn’t matter where I ares,
Somehow you’re going to find me and push the muther frickin’ like button.
I guess you like me really lots,
I bet your blog name ends with ‘bots’ (or jamcracker)
I want to bang my head with pots (or a Graham Cracker),
Because every time I do a muther frickin’ blog post your avatar pops up
I could blog about Justin Bieber,
Or Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever,
Or an episode of Leave it to Beaver,
Guess what? You’re going to like it; oh, the interests you have.
You must have a magic potion,
Transcending the computer ocean,
I bet you dance the locomotion,
While pushing the like button on every single one of my blog posts.
I guess you want me to check out your site,
You’ve engineered it completely right,
To find your way every day and night,
To my muther frinkin’ blog that I want to cancel because you are beginning to annoy me.
I can tell you here and now,
I’d bet the farmhouse and the cow,
I’d even throw in the plow,
That as soon as I push the publish button, 1 minutes later you’ll be the first muther frickin’ like.