**A long, long time ago,**
**I can still remember how**
**That website used to make me smile.**
**And I knew if I had my chance,**
**I could make those parodies dance**
**And maybe I’d be happy for a while.**

**But February made me shiver**
**With every post I'd try to deliver,**
**Bad news on the doorstep,**
**I couldn’t take one more step.**

**I can’t remember if I cried**
**When I read about his big goodbye,**
**But something touched me deep inside,**
**The day the website died.**

**So bye-bye, amiright.com**
**Logged in once, saw the message, and now it’s all gone.**
**Them good ol’ days of jokes and fun,**
**Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I groan,**
**This’ll be the day that I groan.”**

**Did you write the song parodies?**
**And do you have faith in ChuckyG?**
**If the website tells you so?**
**Now, do you believe in wit and rhyme?**
**Can humor save your mortal mind?**
**And can you teach me how to laugh real slow?**

**Well, I know that you were in love with fun,**
**‘Cause I saw your comments on every one.**
**You both wrote quite the quips,**
**Man, I miss those tips and flips.**

**I was a lonely teenage parody queen,**
**With a pen and screen and an online dream,**
**But I knew I was out of steam,**
**The day the website died.**

**I started singin’,**
**"Bye-bye, amiright.com"**
**Logged in once, saw the message, and now it’s all gone.**
**Them good ol’ days of jokes and fun,**
**Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I groan,**
**This’ll be the day that I groan.”**

**Now for ten years we’ve been on our own**
**And parodies made of fun unknown,**
**But that’s not how it used to be.**
**When the site told jokes for you and me,**
**In a voice that came from parody,**
**And a joke that laughed like destiny.**

**Oh, and while the admins were looking down,**
**The comments stole the readers’ crown.**
**The forums were adjourned;**
**No laughter was returned.**

**And while comments quipped on sharpest lines,**
**The writers practiced all their rhymes,**
**And we sang parodies on time,**
**The day the website died.**

**We were singin’,**
**"Bye-bye, amiright.com"**
**Logged in once, saw the message, and now it’s all gone.**
**Them good ol’ days of jokes and fun,**
**Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I groan,**
**This’ll be the day that I groan.”**

**Helter skelter in a summer swelter,**
**The comments flew off like a seltzer,**
**Eight miles high and falling fast.**
**It landed foul on the grass.**
**The readers tried for a forward pass,**
**With comments on the site aghast.**

**Now the jokes were all in a jam,**
**With the admins in a better plan.**
**We all got up to dance,**
**Oh, but we never got the chance!**

**’Cause the writers tried to take the field;**
**The parodies refused to yield.**
**Do you recall what was revealed**
**The day the website died?**

**We started singin’,**
**"Bye-bye, amiright.com"**
**Logged in once, saw the message, and now it’s all gone.**
**Them good ol’ days of jokes and fun,**
**Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I groan,**
**This’ll be the day that I groan.”**

**Oh, and there we were all in one place,**
**A generation lost in space,**
**With no time left to start again.**
**So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,**
**Jack Flash sat on a candlestick**
**’Cause parodies are the devil’s only friend.**

**Oh, and as I watched him on the stage,**
**My hands were clenched in fists of rage.**
**No admin born in sight,**
**Could break that parody night.**

**And as the lyrics climbed high into the night**
**To light the parody's sacrificial rite,**
**I saw ChuckyG laughing with delight,**
**The day the website died.**

**He was singin’,**
**"Bye-bye, amiright.com"**
**Logged in once, saw the message, and now it’s all gone.**
**Them good ol’ days of jokes and fun,**
**Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I groan,**
**This’ll be the day that I groan.”**

**I met a girl who sang the blues**
**And I asked her for some happy news,**
**But she just smiled and turned away.**
**I went down to the sacred store**
**Where I'd read parodies years before,**
**But the man there said the website wouldn’t play.**

**And in the streets the children screamed,**
**The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed,**
**But not a word was spoken;**
**The site’s code all was broken.**

**And the three men I admire most,**
**The joker, writer, and the host,**
**They caught the last train for the coast,**
**The day the website died.**

**And they were singin’,**
**"Bye-bye, amiright.com"**
**Logged in once, saw the message, and now it’s all gone.**
**Them good ol’ days of jokes and fun,**
**Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I groan,**
**This’ll be the day that I groan.”**

**They were singin’,**
**"Bye-bye, amiright.com"**
**Logged in once, saw the message, and now it’s all gone.**
**Them good ol’ days of jokes and fun,**
**Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I groan,**
**This’ll be the day that I groan”