There's a site just for par-o-days
And it serves a thousand hits a day
Lonely writers pass the time away
And write their rip-off poems

And there's a guy, who's a liberal pawn
Who must write lyrics, from dusk till dawn
Some are funny, but most are way too long
He's known as William Tong

The readers say "Willie, we grow weary
of your left-wing parodies
When will you get over the loss of Billie C?"

Willie, could be really great
If he could drop that chip and its tremendous weight
Against the right-wing, Willie's pent-up hate
Has been holding him back so long

If he changed, his view on life
He might find, that there is far less strife
He'd see the good things, even in the right
And stop his negative tone

The readers say "Willie, we grow weary
of your left-wing parodies
When will you get over the loss of Billie C?"

Yeah people used to read his songs when he told his funny stories
He could feel his fortunes fall and rise, voting him into glory
But he had always told the truth, Lord he was an honest man
What happened? We don't understand.

At night, when the sites close down
Willie stares, at a somber frown
A reflection, he wished he didn't own
He can still hear them say, he hears them say

"Willie, we grow weary
of your left-wing parodies
When will you get over the loss of Billie C?"

"Willie, we grow weary
of your left-wing parodies
When will you get over the loss of Billie C?"