It's Saturday, the news is quiet, and I'm easily entertained. Let's promote this to the front page. -- Tim
Sung to the classic rocks stylings of Alice Cooper
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Til Robin came to the team.
I moderated all the crap storms,
I took kids to games for free.
I got no more friends 'cause they read the comments.
They can't be seen..
...agreeing with me,
and I'm gettin' real put down
Now I'm feeling mean.
No more Mister Nice Dave
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Dave
They say, he's not a homer, he hates the team
I got no friends 'cause they read the comments.
They can't be seen...
...agreein' with me
and I'm gettin' real put down
Now I'm gettin' mean.
No more Mister Nice Dave
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Dave
They say, he's a hater he's obscene
Mort bit me on the leg today
Ann clawed my eyes
Tdark's been thrown out the social circle
And Timmay has to hide
I went to Moda, incognito
When everybody rose,
Neil Olshey recognized me,
And punched me in the nose
He said,
No more Mister Nice Dave
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Dave
He said, you're not a homer, you hate the team
No more Mister Nice Dave
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Dave
He said, you're a hater, you're obscene