To the tune of "Scream and Run Away."
Terry Craig has an eye in his avatar
He enjoys smoking, cigars, and men
He’d like more spending money
But it’s all gone to his honey
A comrade by the strange name of Pen.
His Tumblr has a great many hits
You’ll see why when you meet his associates
When you see 667ers
You’re reminded of heaven, er -
Actually more like disturbed groups of friends
On the brinks of the links
There are boards run by lords
When you see 667ers,
Count to eleven, or
Just click on one of the ads to get a new page.
Click, click, click, go to a new page
Click click click click click click click
Or be scarred, scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred
Click, click click click click click click click
Or be scarred, scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred
Shelly wrote a book about pizza
She’s also met Uncle BSam.
Sophie’s marriage was a Tragedy
Bee’s wasn’t, she’s with Charlie
Linda made everyone a Christmas ham
Bryan is writing a fic about Willis
But if we ask him for updates he’ll kill us
The 667ers know
That in order to grow
Some sacrifices must be made.
I volunteer Lucas
I mean Rhonda, or whoever’s the fuss
When you see 667ers,
Count to eleven, or
Just click on one of the ads to get a new page.
Click, click, click, go to a new page
Click click click click click click click
Or be scarred, scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred
Click, click click click click click click click
Or be scarred, scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred scarred