The Blogging Song

To the tune of I’m a Lumberjack and I’m Okay (aka The Lumberjack Song)

I’m a blowhard and I blog.
I strut my stuff all day.
I waste time sending comments,
And never earn my pay.

He’s a blowhard and he blogs.
He struts his stuff all day.
He wastes time sending comments,
And never earns his pay.

The evening news is boring;
Talk radio is lame.
Online I find I can opine
And never feel shame.

He’s a blowhard and he blogs.
He think’s talk radio’s lame.
Online he finds he can opine
And never feel shame.

I thrive on self-importance.
My ego’s wrapped so tight,
If someone tries to argue
I just ban them from my site.

He’s a blowhard and he blogs.
His ego’s wrapped so tight.
If someone tries to argue,
He will ban them from his site.

I live to see my website
Referred to by my peers.
A trackback from some other bloke
Will dry a thousand tears.

He’s a blowhard and he blogs.
He’s referred to by his peers.
A trackback from some other bloke
Will dry a thousand tears.

My ego is not shallow;
I simply would prefer
That millions use my visage
For desktop wallpaper.

He’s a blowhard and he blogs.
He simply would prefer.
That millions use his visage
As desktop wallpaper

I’m a blowhard and I blog.
My world’s as it should be.
The sun shines down, the world spins ‘round
Its axis, which is ME.

He’s a blowhard and he blogs.
His world’s as it should be.
The sun shines down, the world spins ‘round
Its axis, which….Oh, good grief…give is a break…we’re out of here…