Saturday Night's Alright for Blogging

It's getting late have you seen my mates
All I see is the Internet ghosts
It's seven o'clock and I want to blog
Want to get a WordPress full of posts

My mind is drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my fat cat she don't purr
My web site looks cute with Lolcats in boots
A handful of grease in their fur

Don't give me none of your aggravation
I've had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for blogging
Get a little writing in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set the 'Net alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright, alright, alright

Well they're packed pretty tight on the web tonight
I'm looking for a lurker who'll see me right
I may use a little language to get what I need
I may leak a little rumour and tweet out "Follow me!"

And one of the sounds that I really like
Is the sound of a counter that's clicking right
I'm a juvenile product of the working class
Whose best friend floats at the bottom of a glass

Don't give me none of your aggravation
I've had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for blogging
Get a little writing in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set the 'Net alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright, alright, alright

With the most sincere apology to Sir Elton John and Mr. Bernie Taupin, who once proclaimed that Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting.