He has become the self-appointed leader here, so I figured I would join in. I spoke with Billy Joel while knocking doors Saturday and he gave me permission to rearrange a few words in one of his songs to fit Raider, the posting man.
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The bus worker crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Loggin? on the FFF again.
He types, "Son, can you post me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a young HACker?s clothes."
La la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Post us a post, you're the poster man
Post us a post tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a memory
And you've got us feelin' alright
Now Smellin? on the laptop is a friend of mine
He gets me my 3x5 cards for free
And he's quick with a laugh or to post a HACkerGraf
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Dude, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a preaching star
If I could get out of this place"
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Now BCH is a 5k running preacher
Who always makes time for his wife
And he's talkin' with Tom B., who's still in the ci-tee
And probably will be for life
And Matthew1323 is practicing politics
As the other posters slowly get on their phones
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call Binaca
But it's better than posting alone
Post us a post you're the posting man
Post us a post tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a memory
And you got us feeling alright
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the webmaster gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To get off the deadbeat list for a while
And the keyboard, it smells like a sweat-stained shirt
And the post counts rise out of fear
And they sit at the desks and post on my threads
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Post us a post you're the posting man
Post us a post tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a memory
And you got us feeling alright
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The bus worker crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Loggin? on the FFF again.
He types, "Son, can you post me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a young HACker?s clothes."
La la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Post us a post, you're the poster man
Post us a post tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a memory
And you've got us feelin' alright
Now Smellin? on the laptop is a friend of mine
He gets me my 3x5 cards for free
And he's quick with a laugh or to post a HACkerGraf
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Dude, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a preaching star
If I could get out of this place"
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Now BCH is a 5k running preacher
Who always makes time for his wife
And he's talkin' with Tom B., who's still in the ci-tee
And probably will be for life
And Matthew1323 is practicing politics
As the other posters slowly get on their phones
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call Binaca
But it's better than posting alone
Post us a post you're the posting man
Post us a post tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a memory
And you got us feeling alright
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the webmaster gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To get off the deadbeat list for a while
And the keyboard, it smells like a sweat-stained shirt
And the post counts rise out of fear
And they sit at the desks and post on my threads
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Post us a post you're the posting man
Post us a post tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a memory
And you got us feeling alright