A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that team used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they'd be happy for a while.
But January made me shiver
With every post that they?d deliver.
Bad news on our face;
We just lost first place.
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about our wounded pride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the keyrate died.
Wave bye-bye, DPC?ers oh my.
Dumped my herd to the proxy,
But the proxy was dry.
And them good ole boys were playing UT, why?
?Cause, "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."
Did you read that forum post,
And do you know that user?s host,
If the software tells you so?
Do you believe in Bill Gates,
Can windows save your keyrates,
And can you teach me how to dump real great?
Well, I know that you're in love with stats
`Cause I saw you posting the congrats.
You both kicked off with praise.
Then added to your cows to graze.
I was a lonely TA?er with a stack
Of motherboards, which made a crackrack
But I knew I jumped the track
The day the keyrate died.
I started singin?
Bye-bye, DPC?ers oh my.
Dumped my herd to the proxy,
But the proxy was dry.
And them good ole boys were playing UT, why?
?Cause, "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."
Now for ten days I was on my own
Before I noticed TA?s forum,
But that's not how it used to be.
When the DPC?ers said wait and see,
A voice shouted: ?hard to believe?
And that voice came from you and me,
Oh, and as we were looking down,
The DPC?ers stole our crown.
We were all in quite a shock;
We quickly dumped our remaining stock.
And while they left a great big mark,
The quartet sat in TA?s park,
We sang to silence in the dark
The day the keyrate died.
We started singin',
Bye-bye, DPC?ers oh my.
Dumped my herd to the proxy,
But the proxy was dry.
And them good ole boys were playing UT, why?
?Cause, "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."
Gaining members in a summer swelter.
The cows set off for feed and shelter,
1 billion blocks is coming fast.
It hit us on the @ss.
The DPC?ers went on past,
While we sat, our eyes down cast.
Now the half way point is sweet perfume
While TA played a recruiting tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`Cause the crackers tried to take the field;
The DPC?ers refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the keyrate died?
We started singing,
Bye-bye, DPC?ers oh my.
Dumped my herd to the proxy,
But the proxy was dry.
And them good ole boys were playing UT, why?
?Cause, "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A cracking nation won the race
With no time left to start again.
So come on: Jack be nimble, Jack be quick!
Jack worked on his assimilation trick
Cause numbers is Dnet?s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched them take the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No TA?er could even tell
What was those Dutchmen?s spell.
And as the numbers climbed high in the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw them laughing with delight
The day the keyrate died
They were singing,
Bye-bye, DPC?ers oh my.
Dumped my herd to the proxy,
But the proxy was dry.
And them good ole boys were playing UT, why?
?Cause, "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."
I met an old-timer who sang the blues
And I asked him for some happy news,
But he just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd bought the rack parts years before,
But there was just an empty parts tray.
And in the forums: the members screamed,
The crackers cried, and the borg dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The crack records all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost,
They offered up a DPC toast.
The day the keyrate died.
And they were singing,
Bye-bye, DPC?ers oh my.
Dumped my herd to the proxy,
But the proxy was dry.
And them good ole boys were playing UT, why?
?Cause, "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."
They were singing,
Bye-bye, DPC?ers oh my.
Dumped my herd to the proxy,
But the proxy was dry.
And them good ole boys were playing UT, why?
?Cause, "This'll be the day that I die.?
Now just remember American Pie is a sad song, so I made this out to be one too.
NOTHING in here is meant as inflammitory material, I am sorry if you take it that way.
I can still remember
How that team used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they'd be happy for a while.
But January made me shiver
With every post that they?d deliver.
Bad news on our face;
We just lost first place.
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about our wounded pride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the keyrate died.
Wave bye-bye, DPC?ers oh my.
Dumped my herd to the proxy,
But the proxy was dry.
And them good ole boys were playing UT, why?
?Cause, "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."
Did you read that forum post,
And do you know that user?s host,
If the software tells you so?
Do you believe in Bill Gates,
Can windows save your keyrates,
And can you teach me how to dump real great?
Well, I know that you're in love with stats
`Cause I saw you posting the congrats.
You both kicked off with praise.
Then added to your cows to graze.
I was a lonely TA?er with a stack
Of motherboards, which made a crackrack
But I knew I jumped the track
The day the keyrate died.
I started singin?
Bye-bye, DPC?ers oh my.
Dumped my herd to the proxy,
But the proxy was dry.
And them good ole boys were playing UT, why?
?Cause, "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."
Now for ten days I was on my own
Before I noticed TA?s forum,
But that's not how it used to be.
When the DPC?ers said wait and see,
A voice shouted: ?hard to believe?
And that voice came from you and me,
Oh, and as we were looking down,
The DPC?ers stole our crown.
We were all in quite a shock;
We quickly dumped our remaining stock.
And while they left a great big mark,
The quartet sat in TA?s park,
We sang to silence in the dark
The day the keyrate died.
We started singin',
Bye-bye, DPC?ers oh my.
Dumped my herd to the proxy,
But the proxy was dry.
And them good ole boys were playing UT, why?
?Cause, "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."
Gaining members in a summer swelter.
The cows set off for feed and shelter,
1 billion blocks is coming fast.
It hit us on the @ss.
The DPC?ers went on past,
While we sat, our eyes down cast.
Now the half way point is sweet perfume
While TA played a recruiting tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`Cause the crackers tried to take the field;
The DPC?ers refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the keyrate died?
We started singing,
Bye-bye, DPC?ers oh my.
Dumped my herd to the proxy,
But the proxy was dry.
And them good ole boys were playing UT, why?
?Cause, "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A cracking nation won the race
With no time left to start again.
So come on: Jack be nimble, Jack be quick!
Jack worked on his assimilation trick
Cause numbers is Dnet?s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched them take the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No TA?er could even tell
What was those Dutchmen?s spell.
And as the numbers climbed high in the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw them laughing with delight
The day the keyrate died
They were singing,
Bye-bye, DPC?ers oh my.
Dumped my herd to the proxy,
But the proxy was dry.
And them good ole boys were playing UT, why?
?Cause, "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."
I met an old-timer who sang the blues
And I asked him for some happy news,
But he just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd bought the rack parts years before,
But there was just an empty parts tray.
And in the forums: the members screamed,
The crackers cried, and the borg dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The crack records all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost,
They offered up a DPC toast.
The day the keyrate died.
And they were singing,
Bye-bye, DPC?ers oh my.
Dumped my herd to the proxy,
But the proxy was dry.
And them good ole boys were playing UT, why?
?Cause, "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."
They were singing,
Bye-bye, DPC?ers oh my.
Dumped my herd to the proxy,
But the proxy was dry.
And them good ole boys were playing UT, why?
?Cause, "This'll be the day that I die.?
Now just remember American Pie is a sad song, so I made this out to be one too.
NOTHING in here is meant as inflammitory material, I am sorry if you take it that way.