| Oh, I remember
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| A time when life was so much simpler
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| And not so quick
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| Way back in the year 2006
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| Never heard of RSSes
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| My hands were full with two email addresses
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| And a MySpace page
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| Lying about my income and age
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| I also had a blog about remote control cars
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| Roboblog.blogspot.com
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| I updated it multiple times… a year
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| And just when I thought I had it all figured out
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| My little brother started a video blog (vlog)
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| I refuse to be left here in the digital dust
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| I’m socially networking my way back on top (I'm popular, I’m popular,
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| I’m popular, I’m popular, I’m—)
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| Follow me, poke me, feed me
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| I’ll StumbleUpon you, Digg you freely
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| Take a dip in my photostream
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| The «e» in Flickr was given to me like the key to an internet city
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| Of which I am king
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| Or mayor
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| (Or moron)
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| I’m laughing in your face if you just joined Facebook today
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| It’s so last year
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| Even my boss has weekend pics on there
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| (Weekend pics?)
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| Yeah, like casual pics in his hot tub
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| (Did he tag himself?)
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| And now I can’t remember what life was like before I Twittered
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| I can’t resist telling the world I just found a cyst
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| (Oh man, you think it’s serious?)
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| If it is, I’ll let you know in 140 characters or less
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| Lately, I’ve been signing up on so many sites
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| I’ve had to hire a full-time password guy
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| You can watch him day or night on my live stream
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| It’s the cutting-edge opposite of interesting (it's buffering, it’s buffering,
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| it’s buffering, it’s buffering, it’s—)
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| Google me, Plurk me, feed me
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| Del.icio.us-ly LinkedIn, pwn you neatly
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| Take a sip of my photostream
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| The «e» in Flickr was given to me like the key to an internet city
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| Of which I am king
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| (Oh yeah, you’re so leet
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| You’re a loser noob)
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| Of which I am king
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| (You're an uber lame king)
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| I’ll pwn you as king |