A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How my parodies would make you smile
And I knew if I plied my craft
That I could make you people laugh
And, maybe, you'd be happy for a while

But then a song that I delivered
Failed to make the grade. I quivered
Unkind words were spoken
My five's streak now was broken

I can't remember if I cried
When I read the comments, curt and snide
But somethin' touched me deep inside
The day my muse had died

So,
Bye-bye to the amiright site
Took a bruisin' to my musin'
And my musin' took flight
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded just right
Singin', this has been a day that just bites
This has been a day that just bites

Did you spoof the seven songs
And did you have themes to right the wrongs
When your conscience told you so?
Did you deliver wit so droll
That readin' it would cheer the soul
And did you teach the readers what you know?

Well, I knew this day was bound to come
When I made the switch from gin to rum
I tried to save my muse
But I just was drownin' in booze

I was a phony mid-aged rhymin' schmuck
With a bloated ego and a lot of pluck
And I knew I was out of luck
The day my muse had died

I started singin',
Bye-bye to the amiright site
Took a bruisin' to my musin'
And my musin' took flight
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded just right
Singin', this has been a day that just bites
This has been a day that just bites

Now for two days I've been gettin' stoned
And moss grows fat on my ringin' phone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jestin' pro's I had come to know
In a string, bestowed praise on my prose
With their votes of Roman triple V's

Oh, but while I stopped to gloat and shout
The jesters did a turnabout
The verdict was returned
My latest post was spurned
And while spoofers honed their writin' tools
And others tried to bend the rules
I just sat feelin' like a fool
The day my muse had died

I was singin',
Bye-bye to the amiright site
Took a bruisin' to my musin'
And my musin' took flight
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded just right
Singin', this has been a day that just bites
This has been a day that just bites

Felter, smelter in a summer swelter
Her skirt blew soft as the rain did pelter
Great smile, sigh and love at last
I laid a towel on the grass
A player's try for a forward pass
With the censors on the website all aghast

Now her wind-blown hair was sweet perfume
While the player tried to spoof a tune
They both got up to dance,
Oh, but they never got the chance!
'Cause the censors tried to banish them
They said these words would be condemned
Do you recall the requiem
The day my muse had died?

I started singin',
Bye-bye to the amiright site
Took a bruisin' to my musin'
And my musin' took flight
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded just right
Singin', this has been a day that just bites
This has been a day that just bites

Oh, and there I was all out of rhyme
A sad curmudgeon lost in time
With no will left to start again
So come on: Jack be nimble, Jim be quick!
Sour mash whiskey might do the trick
'Cause liquor is the muse's only friend

Oh, and as I washed the spirits down
The morning sun was turnin' brown
No potion born in hell
Could break my muse's spell
And as my shame became a flame of fright
That blurred the lines 'tween wrong and right
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day my muse had died

I was singin',
Bye-bye to the amiright site
Took a bruisin' to my musin'
And my musin' took flight
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded just right
Singin', this has been a day that just bites
This has been a day that just bites

I met a girl who'd lost her muse
And I asked her how it felt to lose
But she just turned and walked away
I went down to the liquor store
Where I'd heard my muse had lived before
But the man behind the counter couldn't say

And on the web, the jesters cried
About a man whose muse had died
And not a word was posted
No parodies were toasted
As the 'Vets' thought something must be wrong
The site refreshed to show this song
I'd pranked you jesters all along
My muse had never died

Then they were givin',
High-fives on the amiright site
Just a bruisin' to my musin'
But my musin's all right
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded so tight
Singin', this has been a day of delight
This has been a day of delight

Back to gettin',
High-fives on the amiright site
Just a bruisin' to my musin'
But my musin's all right
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded so tight
Singin', this has been a day of delight
This has been a day of delight!