A long, long time ago,
I can still remember how this wiki used to make me smile,
And I knew if I had my chance,
That I could make an FA out of Dance,
Then maybe I'd be happy for a while.
But vandalism made me shiver,
Every edit I'd deliver,
Changed to mention whore-steps,
I couldn't take one more step.
I can't remember if I cried,
When I reported them at ANI,
But something touched me deep inside,
The day the wiki died.
So bye, bye Wikipedian pie,
Made my edit count quite heavy but vandals made me cry,
Them good ol' boys are blocking at ANI,
But this'll be the day I resign,
This'll be the day I resign.
Did you write the article Love?
And do you have faith in God above?
If an admin tells you so,
Now, do you believe in what you read?
Do edits save your mortal soul?
Can you help me edit Dance,
Real slow?
Well, I know that you love editin',
While you're sitting drinking gin,
And kicking off your shoes,
Man, I dig those editing blues.
I was a lonely teenage cyber-geek,
With a made-up nation and an eight-day week,
But I knew I was out of luck,
The day the wiki died.
Started singing bye, bye Wikipedian pie,
Made my edit count quite heavy but vandals made me cry,
Them good ol' boys are blocking at ANI,
But this'll be the day I resign,
This'll be the day I resign.
Now, for 10 years we've been on our own,
And moss grows fat on our rolling stone,
But that's not how it used to be,
When we edited to share what we'd seen,
In a way we borrowed from James Dean
With a voice that came from you and me,
And while ArbCom was looking down,
The vandals stole our golden crown,
The courtroom was adjourned,
The verdict was returned,
And while we wrote an article on Marx,
The vandals changed it just for larks,
We wrote all about Central Park,
The day the wiki died.
We were singing bye, bye Wikipedian pie,
Made my edit count quite heavy but vandals made me cry,
Them good ol' boys are blocking at ANI,
But this'll be the day I resign,
This'll be the day I resign.
"Helter Skelter" in a summer swelter,
We ran and hid in the fall-out shelter,
8 vandals here and getting worse!
They made us seem like a useless mass,
With articles on types of football pass,
We were the jester,
A mere shadow of the past.
They made articles on sweet perfume,
Talked about their large bassoon, (link not safe for work)
They did the same thing to Dance,
Made it mention their pants,
We had to strive to keep the field,
The vandals, they refused to yield,
Do you recall what was revealed,
The day the wiki died?
We started singing bye, bye Wikipedian pie,
Made my edit count quite heavy but vandals made me cry,
Them good ol' boys are blocking at ANI,
But this'll be the day I resign,
This'll be the day I resign.
And there we were all in one place,
We were seen as a disgrace,
There was no way to start again,
So come on Jack, be nimble,
Jack be quick, a vandal's sat on his candlestick,
But blocks are the vandal's only friend,
And as I watch them say Ringo's gay,
My hands get clenched in fists of rage,
I hope they go to hell,
At leest lern hou too spel,
And as the blocks fly high into the night,
To light the sacrificial rite,
Who'll be laughing with delight,
When the wiki survives?
We were singing bye, bye Miss Vandalism Pie,
You thought you were quite heavy but our blocks made you cry,
Them good ol' boys are blocking at ANI,
But this'll be the day you resign,
This'll be the day you resign.
I met a guy who'll make you blue,
And he gave us all some happy news,
He told me that he'd blocked you,
And I went back to the article,
That I'd seen you ravage years before,
And the article was in a lovely state.
And in the press the people screamed,
"Wikipedia's better than we could have dreamed"
Not a word was spoken,
The vandals' spirits were broken,
And the three men I admire most,
The father, son and the holy ghost,
They took the first train to the coast,
The day the vandals died.
And they were singing, bye, bye Miss Vandalism Pie,
You thought you were quite heavy but our blocks made you cry,
Them good ol' boys are blocking at ANI,
But this'll be the day you resign,
This'll be the day you resign.
They were singing, bye, bye Miss Vandalism Pie,
You thought you were quite heavy but our blocks made you cry,
Them good ol' boys are blocking at ANI,
But this'll be the day you resign.
