Dedicated to Trolls Everywhere

To the Tune of "Mr. Reporter"
by The Kinks

Hey, Mr. Wingnut
How 'bout talking about yourself?

Do you like what you're doing,
Or is it that you can do nothing else?

Hey, Mr. Wingnut
I'll believe all that you put down.

I'll believe the sun is going up
Even though it's going down.

Hey, Mr. Reporter,
Don't you twist my words around.

I'll kill you, I won't let you
Distort my simple sound.

Hey, Mr. Wingnut
How 'bout talking about yourself?

Do you like what you're doing
Or is it that you can do nothing else?

Hey, Mr. Wingnut
How 'bout talking about yourself?

Do you like what you're doing
Or is it that you can do nothing else?

Did your daddy stop you playing
With your friends when you were young?

And is that why you run down
All the bloggers having fun

The reason I am morbid
Is because I read you every day.

You misquote all of the true things
Because they rub you the wrong way.

Hey, Mr. Wingnut
How 'bout talking about yourself?

Do you like what you're doing?
Or is it that you can do nothing else?