A little song by Mr Mannn
We Love you Na-ay-din, Oh Yes We do-oo
Without your Google-Fu,
We would be through-oo.
We all are doomed its twue,
Oh Nay-ay-din,
All knowledge comes from you-oo.
When the earthquake came and we-ent.
You Google-fu was heaven se-ent.
Those who mo-ock what you say-ay,
Calling your redundant words so gay-ay.
Tis not easy for a know-it all...
just Google and condescending gall.
I'm on your iggy list its sa-ad.
My mole doth made you ma-ad.
Oh NOes! You alerted on me! Egad!
That you are mad maketh me glad!
Now don't let your Nadin head to swell,
No one's falling for you Google spell.
You conceit is easy to tell,
Dear Nay-ay-din, go to H*ll!
The end.