Sung to the tune of
The Theme Song to the Bungs Bunny Show
(Bugs Bunny Overture)
Performed by Twickster and meek.
(intro; cue orchestra; house lights down, spotlight center stage)
Dopers here, curtain, lights,
This is it, the site of sites.
No more rewording and cursing the parts.
We know every part by heart.
Dopers here, curtain, lights
This is it, the board ignites.
We hope it’s quite the hit.
Not like the ones that were shit.
(Parade of SDMB cast members across the stage - arranged from smallest to largest post-counts)
We hope it’s quite the hit.
Don’t get it thrown in the pit.
*(cut to black) *
*Sung to the tune of
**Real Wild Child*** by Iggy Pop
Performed by **WhatExit?**
I'm a real mild one. [sub](mild one mild one mild one)[/sub]
*(intro, **WhatExit?** dances madly back and forth across stage.)*
Well ya post like a tool.
But ya think you're real cool.
And ya sound like a fool.
With the message that ya gotta be
A riled one.
Ooooo yeah you're a riled one.
Gonna vent and spew.
Gonna get the pit all wild.
You're a real big baby.
You're a real riled child.
*(kick-ass guitar, **WhatExit?** peels off his shirt and throws it into the crowd, crowd rejects it and throws it back, puts shirt back on, crowd cheers)*
Gonna pm all muh friends,
We're gonna have ourselves a ball.
We're fighting ignorance,
Liarboy and all.
But you're a riled one.
Ooooo yeah you're a riled one.
Ya gonna bend the truth.
Gonna get the pit all wild.
There really ain't no maybe,
You're a real riled child.
*(more kick-ass guitar, **WhatExit?** crawls and slinks across stage)*
You're a real riled one.
And your pitting's wild fun.
But your words sound crazy.
Everything seems hazy.
You're a riled one.
Oooo yeah you're a riled one.
Ya gotta buy a clue.
Gotta get the pit all wild.
You're a real big baby.
You're a real riled child.
*(even more kick-ass guitar, Doper Dancers form a mosh pit, **WhatExit?** crowd surfs)*
You're a riled one.
I'm a mild one.
You're a riled one.
You baby!
I'm a mild one.
Ya gonna rant and spew,
Gonna get the pit all wild.
You're a real big baby.
You're a real riled child.
*(still even more kick-ass guitar, fade to black)*
Sung to the tune of
You Light Up My Life by Debbie Boone
Performed by AnnieXmas
(piano intro)
So many fiiiights
Appear in my windooows.
There’s always someone
That says I am wronnng.
So many flaaames,
I’ve kept deep inside meee.
Alone in my searrrch,
But now you’ve come alonnnng.
And youuuuuu cite up my liiiiiiiiiife.
On the Straight Doooope,
You can log onnnnn,
And cite up my dayyyys.
To prove you’re riiiiight,
Not wronnng.
Link it to meee,
Adrift in the forums.
Could it be finally,
A cite of my owwwn.
Finally my channnce to say, “Hey, I doubt youuuu”
Never agaaaain ~ to be ignorannnnnnt.
And youuuuuu cite up my liiiiiiiiiife.
On the Straight Doooope,
You carry onnnnn,
And cite up my dayyyys.
To prove you’re riiiiight,
Not wronnng.
You, you cite up my liiiiiife.
On the Straight Doooope,
You say I’m wronnnnnng,
And cite up my dayyyys
Now prove you’re riiiiiiight innnnn sonnnnnnng.
I can’t be wroooong,
My post is my ciiiite.
'Cause youuuuuuuu…
You ciiiiiiiite upppp myyyyyyy liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife.
(cut to black)
*(Earth shattering kaboom, flashbombs, smokebombs)*
*Sung to the tune of
**Flyin' High Again*** by Ozzy Osbourne
Performed by **Marley23**
*(guitar intro, **Marley23 **sings to **meek***
Oh no, oh no.
Here we go now.
Oh no, oh no.
Here we go again.
Got this crazy feeling you won't understand.
Why not take a break from here?
We're feelin' like you should've kept that song in your head,
And stuck to just a couple of beer.
Moddy's gonna worry,
You've been a bad, bad boy.
Your thread I'm gonna bury,
It's something that I enjoy.
'Cuz you - don't make no sense to meeeee. (I can't see it, I can't see it)
And you - post mindless parodieeees...
Reply'n high again.
I delete your blather, make it disappear,
No one even wonders why.
Swallowing that last song really hurt my ears.
We know you're just a crazy guy. (you bet!)
Moddy's gonna worry,
You've been a bad, bad boy.
Your thread I'm gonna bury,
It's something that I enjoy.
If you - could be inside my head
You'd see - just why I closed your threaaaad.
Reply'n high again.
Reply'n high again.
Reply'n high again.
Reply'n high again.
You got a warning!
*(wicked guitar solo)*
Reply'n high again.
Reply'n high again.
Reply'n high again.
Another warning!
Oh no, oh no
Here we go now.
Oh no, oh no
Here we go again.
Posting when you're hazy - we don't understand,
We may have to lock your thread.
People think you're crazy and ya may be banned,
Ignoring everything I said.
Moddy's gonna worry
You've been a bad, bad boy.
I'll say you should be sorry,
Not something that I enjoy.
Reply'n high again.
Reply'n high again.
Reply'n high again.
Reply'n high again.
*(slooooooow fade to black- Note: 30 second dead spot on the end of the video.
Impatient Dopers may want to skip to the end of this song.
Really slow reading Dopers can disregard this note.)*
Sung to the tune of
Whip It by Devo
Performed with the one-liner brilliance of lieu, QtM, Scylla, Tripler, and Hal Briston
(Intro, strobe lights, whip sound fx)
Crack that quip!
Show the Dope you’re hip.
Post a wise crack.
Duck and run attacks.
When a problem’s posted on,
You must quip it.
Before the thread sits out too long,
You must quip it.
When someone’s quoted wrong,
You must quip it.
Now quip it
To escape.
Type it up.
Got cite?
Wrong forum.
Move the thread.
Try to delete it.
Its not too late.
To quip it.
Quip it good.
When a good thread turns around,
You must quip it.
You may never live it down,
Unless you quip it.
No one gets away,
Until they quip it.
I say quip it,
Quip it good.
I say quip it,
Quip it good.
Crack that quip.
Give the mod a tip.
Personal attacks,
Make a mod go whack.
When a problem comes along,
You must quip it.
Before the thread sits out too long,
You must quip it.
If someone spelled it wrong,
You must fix it.
Now quip it.
To escape.
Type it up.
Got cite?
Wrong forum.
Move the thread.
Try to delete it.
Its not too late,
To quip it.
To escape.
Type it up.
Got cite?
Wrong forum.
Move the thread.
Try to delete it.
Its not too late.
To quip it.
Quip it good.
(cut to black)
*Sung to the tune of
**Low Rider*** by War
Performed by **meek**
*(drumroll and cowbell intro; spotlights to giant disco ball dropping from ceiling)*
All-my-friends ~ know I'm a slow writer.
The slow wri-ter ~ is a little higher.
*(brass and percussion sections only)*
(dada dada dah dah daht ~ dada deda dah)
(dada dada dah dah daht ~ dada deda dah)
(dada dah dah dah daht ~ dada dah dah dah daht ~ dadaaaaaaah)
Slow wri-ter's post count is lower.
Slow wri-ter's still a Straight Doper.
(dada dada dah dah daht ~ dada deda dah)
(Hey!)
(dada dada dah dah daht ~ dada deda dah)
(dada dah dah dah daht ~ dada dah dah dah daht ~ dadaaaaaaah)
Slow wri-ter has a catchy beat yeah!
Slow wri-ter is ripped on margaritas!
(dada dada dah dah daht ~ dada deda dah)
(dada dada dah dah daht ~ dada deda dah)
(dada dah dah dah daht ~ dada dah dah dah daht ~ dadaaaaaaah)
Slow wri-ter don't get harassed now.
Slow wri-ter's posts just don't last.
(dada dada dah dah daht ~ dada deda dah)
(dada dada dah dah daht ~ dada deda dah)
(dada dah dah dah daht ~ dada dah dah dah daht ~ dadaaaaaaah)
Take a little sip
Take a little sip
Take a little sip and seeee.
Take a little sip
Take a little sip
Take a little sip with meeee.
*(fade to black)*
Sung to the tune of
Baba O’Riley by The Who
Performed by FluidDruid
(wicked cool laser light show with keyboard intro) (1:10)
I’ve read all his schpeels,
But none have appeal.
I need to get back to my modding.
I don’t need a cite,
To prove I’m right.
No way meeeeek should be forgiven.
Yeah yeah ya ya yeahhhhhh yeahhh.
(blinding white crowd lights)
Donnn’t cryyy.
Don’t raaise your irrre.
It’s onlyyyy meeeek, heeee’s wasted.
Moddy takes a stand,
And gives a reprimand.
Puts out the fire,
And slows it to a smoulder.
The exit door is near,
The sober ones stay here.
Let’s get him better,
Before this gets much older.
meek is wasted.
It’s only meek, he’s wasted.
meek is wasted.
Oh yeah.
meek is wasted.
And he’s tasteless!!
(string section, mandolin solo, Doper Dancers flood the stage a carry meek away, cut to black)
*Sung to the tune of
**My Eyes Adored You*** by Frankie Valli
Duet Performed by **Liberal & psudotitron ruber ruber**
*(intro; cue soft blue spotlight; Lib and prr enter from opposite sides of the stage)
(Lib sings first, while slowly moving to center stage)*
I miiight ignore you.
'Cause I could never get my hands on you,
I miiiight ignore you.
There's a million posts made by me,
But could it be that I've ignored you?
So close, so close,
But not so farrrrr...
Maybe I broke a rule,
Sayin' "make-believe you're absent to me."
I was fifth-post, you were sixth,
When we came to be.
Doggin' me ev'ry day.
Over all the Dope, even eBay
'Till it grew into - me and you
Went our separate ways.
*(prr sings, slowly moving to center stage)*
I miiiiight ignore you.
I won't take another cent from you,
I miiiiight ignore you.
There's a million times you quoted me,
But could it be that I'll ignore you?
So close, so close,
But not so farrrr...
Headed for other sites,
Logged off to spend my fortune and fame.
Had typed my fingers to the bone,
Defend my user name.
Funny I seemed to find,
No matter how long my searches are timed,
Still I reminisce, 'bout my nemisis,
And the Dope I left behind.
*(both sing together at center stage, arm in arm ~ SInging to **meek***)
Weeeeeeee miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight ignore you.
Though we never read a thread by you,
We miiiiight ignore you.
Here's a million dollars to agree to leave so we can fight ig-nor-ance.
So close, so close,
But not so farrrr...
*(both are joined at center stage by entire cast,
and a flame of moderators; ~ All now sInging to **meek.***)
(We might ignore ya)
All my life I will remember
Though we'll never pay a cent to you - (We might ignore ya)
How warm and tender we were way back then, whoa, whoa, baby
(In spite a million posters that agreed - you couldn't see how we deplored ya)
Oh, the feeling, sad regrets
(So close, so close - but not so far)
I know I can't ever forget ya, my nemisis.
(We miiiiight ignore you.)
(Though we never paid a cent to you)
(We miiiiight ignore you.)
(Like a million Dopers that agree that finally we might ignore ya)
So close, so close, but not so farrrrrrr.
*(fade to black)*
Sung to the tune of
Top of the World by The Carpenters
Duet Performed by Lynn Bodoni & meek
*With the song idea and some lines stolen from *Nametag
in this thread.
(Lynn sings)
Such a feelin’s comin’ over meeee.
There’s a blunder in most every post I reeeeead.
But that thread will not die,
Got another reply,
And I won’t be surprised if it’s obcene.
Everything I want the board to beeee.
Is now coming true especially, it’s freeee.
And the reason is clear,
It’s because Google’s here.
It’s the nearest thing to revenue we’ve seeeeen.
I’m on the top of the forum lookin’ down on the old ones
And the only explanation I can find
Is my thread has rebound ever since you came around.
Your bump’s put me at the top of the forum.
(meek sings)
Someone on the board has learned my naaaaame,
And they’re tellin’ me that I am not so laaaaaame.
And if Cecil agrees - it will fill me with glee,
And I’m hopin’ he will post a song for meeeeeee.
There is only one wish on my minnnd.
When you read it through I hope that I will finnnd,
That the board will not be - in a flame-fest pitting me,
But you can’t be a jerk if you post heeeere.
I’m on the top of the forum lookin’ down on the old ones,
And the only explanation I can find,
Is my thread has rebound ever since you came around.
Your bump’s put me at the top of the forum.
(Repeat Chorus, cut to black)
*(Yet another earth-shattering ka-boom)*
*Sung to the tune of
**Man In the Box*** by Alice In Chains
Performed by **Giraffe** and a flame of mods.
*(guitar intro so loud, it eats your ears; Several Doper initiation farm animals roam the stage,
giant squid rises from lower stage, Stunning strobe light & fogger combo)*
Iiiii was a moddddd in DETOX!
Burrrrrrrrrried innnnn THE PIT!!
Woooooonnn't youuuuuu tryyyyyyy annnnd save me - (save meee.)
Yaaaaagh! Goatse burned my eyyyes! (I had to sew them shut)
Yaaaaagh! Tubgirl! Jesus Chriiiist! (Why'd ya post her?)
Yaaaaagh! Not "Two Girls One Cupppp!!" (Don't you Google that)
Bleeeeee eeee eee eee ding my eyyyes. (M' brain needs scrubbin')
Iiiiii, as a moddddd, was not MEAN!
Screeeeeeeening alllllllll YOUR SHIT!
Doooooonnn't youuuuuuu missssssbeeeehave here, (and save meeee.)
Yaaaaagh! Those links won't surviiiive! (They'll hafta have them shut.)
Yaaaaagh! Rick-rolled! Jesus Chriiist! (Oh why you bastard!)
Yaaaaagh! CAPS LOCK!!!! L337 5p33k tyyype!!!1 (No defendin' that.)
Deeeee eeee eeee ee lete those liiines. (Goggles do nothin')
*(like, totally bitchin' solo)*
Yaaaaagh! Those songs broke my miiiiiind! (Enough to make ya quit.)
Yaaaaagh! **meek**, dude Jesus Chriiiist! (Defy the master)
Yaaaaagh! Don't you even tryyyy. (My power was wasted.)
Deeeee eeee eeee ee feating liiiies. (Now you're something.)
*(flashbombs, cut to black, 10- second pause to build suspense)*
(Huge flash of lightning, ominous thunder sound effects lead to intro)
Sung to the tune of
Lightning Crashes by Live
Performed by meek
(Giant lightning ball lowered from ceiling; arcs of electricity lick the upper stage light scaffolding)
(guitar intro,)
Fright’ning crashes, a new member cries.
Our computers fall to the floor.
The admin post a reply,
The confusion sets in,
Before the powers can even close the board.
Fright’ning crashes, an old hamster dies.
It’s rotations stalled evermore.
The admin post a replyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,
The confusion that was ours,
Belongs now, to the techie down the hall.
Oh we can dream it’s comin’ back again.
Or our posts are words that are chasing the wind.
We all wonder if we’ll ever use the search engine.
'Cuz we need it.
Fright’ning crashes, a new version triiiiiied.
This moment we’ve been waiting for.
The admin post a reply,
Failed new database, prevents the searches.
Hope the circuits aren’t too fried, fried.
Oh we can dream of loggin’ back again.
Or our posts are words that are chasing the wind.
We all wonder if we’ll ever use the search engine.
We can feel itttt.
We can dream itttt. ahhhh.
Ohh whyy?, ohhhh whyyyyy?, ohhhhhh whyyyyyyyyyyyy?
We can dream of comin’ back again.
With the hope that our searches run like the wind.
Forced to add to our membership time again.
We can feel it.
(refrain x2, slow fade to black)
*Sung to the tune of
**Won't Get Fooled Again*** by The Who
Performed by **Ro0sh**(who also wrote the line that is graped below, thanks)
*(cue all lights, fogger, pyro effects - 0:45)*
There was fighting in the pit,
With some children in a snit.
And the pit rules that we worshipped - gone awry.
And the mod who spurred us on,
Now sayin' we're all wrong,
They decided now that non-pit rules apply.
I'll tip my hat to the new board conversion,
Take a bow for the new software version,
Smile and grin at the change all around.
Pick up my keyboard and play,
Just like yesterday.
Then I'll log on the scene and say,
We won't get whooshed again!
The change, it had to come.
We knew it all along.
We were liberated from that old version bull.
But the board looks just the same.
It's history ain't changed.
'Cuz the banners were imported from the old board.
I'll tip my hat to the new board conversion
Take a bow for the new software version
I ain't afraid to log in here now
Pick up my keyboard and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
The Dope ain't down again!
No, no!
*(Just a little something to read while you wait for the next part of the song...)*
If you move my threads and ya cast them aside
All I ask is you leave some half alive.
Or I'll get out my keyboard and type oversized,
Didya know that I memorized every line?
*(laser light show, guitar solo)*
Yeeeeeeaaaaaah!
*(fire columns ignite, more guitar)*
There's nothing on my screen,
Looks any different to me.
But the slogans are replaced for a price.
Still the Dopers on the left,
Fight the Dopers on the right.
And the pit threads have grown longer overnight.
I'll tip my hat to the new board conversion,
Take a bow for the new software version.
I ain't afraid to log in here now,
Pick up my keyboard and play,
Just like yesterday,
Then I'll get on my knees and pray,
The Dope ain't down again!
Dope ain't down again!
No, no!
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Meet the new board!
Same as the old board?
*(flashbombs, fireworks, massive explosions; **Ro0sh** slams his guitar on the stage,
smashes it to bits, and throws them into the crowd; fifty-foot column of flames, final earth-shattering ka-boom,
cut to black, curtain)*
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Happy 10th Anniversary SDMB!!!!
[COLOR="Orange"]Thank you Everybody![/COLOR]
Written and Directed by meek.
(but RoOsh wrote a line... woo)
Soundtrack available where fine music is sold.
No animals were harmed in the making of this post.
However my cats were threatened for walking on the keyboard a zillion times.
Dedicated to the memory of all our departed Dopers.
Feedback and/or critical reviews are greatly appreciated. Good or bad.
Copyright meek Productions Inc. 2009.
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