Well he shot his blog over a charity appeal,
And he left it lying in an open field.
Full of old posts on sites that can't be mirrored.
He tried to do his best but he could not.
Please take my advice,
Please take my advice,
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes.
Well, it wasn't supposed to go down that way.
But his entreaties failed, you know,
And they left him lying in the pokey.
They let him down with nothin'.
He tried to do his best but he could not.
(With apologies to Neil Young.)
DOWNDATE: Alright, thirty-five hits by noon! Looks like I'm going out with a whimper (on several levels).