In the day we read 'em here on the site
It's a pun-a-day hilarious scream
At night we writhe with tension and worry
As voters call us fiends
"Dung!" one rages, "that idea's mine!"
One squeals "I'm rejected for schleppin' out line after line!"

Wo-o-oe

Baby this site keeps the jones on your back
Some is meth rap, some decidedly crap
But we'll write 'em until we're hung
'Cause chumps like us
Maybe we're just born to pun

Trendy then it's in on that you can depend
Make fun of lards and reams of dissin'
Just write our dregs with these yellow stems
And scrap all plans 'cause we're bingin'
Together we all read this crap
We pun 'till we howl, the sane ones never come back
Throw the first draft in the fire
'Cause I'm just a hair-brained phony writer
I bet you know just how I feel
We get a lot of people riled
Burly cross-dressers in high heels

Behold the phallic semi-powdered grown mime clown down from Juliard
The girls twitch their butts in rear-view mirrors
And us boys try to hide these hards
The abused men talk about priests and Spock
They must be huffin' up glue in a mist
I'm gonna read what is trendy on the site tonight
With my cutie blown up miss

Well the server's jammed with Tolkien heroes
On a last chance voter drive
Everybody's trying out puns tonight
And the hobbits they just thrive
Together maybe we could kill off old Bilbo
And could we just forget Frodo? that's my goal
Someday girl, they'll leave the glen
And they'll get to that place
Where the gollum wants to go
And the war will be won
'Till then chumps like us
Maybe we're just born to pun