(with apologies to Michael Jackson. Please read to the tune of Thriller)
It’s close to midnight and something silly’s lurking on your screen
Next to your laptop, you wonder why you’re not asleep in bed
You almost scream but terror is your spouse rudely awakened
You ctrl/alt/delete as farmtown looks you right between the eyes
You’re paralyzed
You hear the door slam, and cast a wary eye up at the clock
You feel the cold hand, and think that she’s about to change the lock
You close your eyes and hope that she won’t even hear you breathing, dude.
But all the while, you hear her creeping up behind
You’re out of time
They’re out friend you, you haven’t seen that dude in 20 years
They will harass you, unless you learn how to click the ‘ignore’
Now is the time, to flip the pages of your high school yearbook, yeah
All through the night, I’ll save you from the endless search for friends
I’ll make you see
Cause this is facebook, facebook time
And no one’s gonna save you from the typos in your posts
You know it’s facebook, facebook time
You’re fighting sleep tonight writing a silly, stupid rhyme
Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is long past, man
Quizzes come from everyone
To label you the king of fun
Cause this is facebook, facebook time
You’ll get right in the bed after you take just one more quiz
Facebook, facebook time
You’d take a drink of coke but it has lost all of its fizz
The simplest games keep you transfixed
The odd way you get your kicks
And comments come from all friends
It’s not a way to make amends
And though you swear to go to bed
Your body moves not one bit
For no mere person can resist
The addiction of the facebook
Yes this is facebook, facebook time
Cause it’ll suck you in more than Myspace could ever try
Facebook, facebook time
So accept my friend request and be my
Facebook, farmtown, mobwars, buddy here tonight.
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