Stolen from the Coasters, circa 1958

You say that someone stole your trash
therefore the bloggers you must bash
If open meetings are a bore
You ain't gonna abuse it anymore

Yakety yak
Take it Back

Come April you will meet your doom
Voters are ready with their broom
They want your garbage out of sight
We know they'll do the thing that's right

Yakety yak
Take it Back

You just put on your coat and hat
And say good-bye to where you sat
And when you finish doin' that
Its so-long to the biggest rat

Yakety yak
Take It Back

Don't you give us no dirty looks
The blog is hip, we know what cooks
Just tell your lackey friend outside
He's shov'lin' shit against the tide

Yakety yak
Take It Back

So now you've got a new TA
Who has to take it day-by-day
And Sanguinet will have to say
He's got to learn the Brucie way

Yakety yak
Take It Back

Yakety yak, yakety yak
Yakety yak, yakety yak

TAKE BACK WAREHAM!