I’m all alone at home sat tense, cursing the skies
All my stories and poems vanishing before my eyes
Yeah I’m getting so tired, of how this sites wired,
I think my sense of humour j-j-j-j-just went and expired
So sick of ineptitude,
Blow me my W.C. Operator
Super W.C. Operator
Can you hear me W.C. Operator?
Super W.C. Operator
I’ve lost it all, Operator
Super W.C. Operator
Super W.C. Operator
Super
W.C.
Super W.C. Operator
Super! Super! Man!
Show me a man, a man who understands about sacrificing all your hard work
Who sees the crumbled ruins running through our hands, yeah!
I’m calling to the website god, you know what I am missing?Everything.
You’re a magician of imposition and flawed intuition
A man divine, a form sublime
Promising everything will be better next time.
Promising everything will be better next time.
Go on, make it better
Better, Better, Better, Better, Year right!
Super W.C. Operator
Can you hear me Operator?
Super W.C. OperatorSuper W.C. Operator
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thought not!
You super W.C. wrecker
Now I’ve gotta write it all,Once more, yeah…
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This song is based on lyrics of the song “Super CB Operator” written by Crispian Mills and performed by Kula Shaker.
The writer would like to acknowledge that he feels a lot better now. He also recognizes that he should have backed it all up more often. Though it was inconceivable for all but the hardened cynic that his laptop and the website’s content would expire at the same time.
Wulfstan Crumble is a fan of hyperbole and Kula Shaker, if it makes people think.