Hey fellas, have you heard the news
You know, the Porf-man's back in town
It won't be long just you wait and see
All the Old Guard lay their nickels down
His style is new but the aim's the same
When he took down Jerry Mouse*
But on the site, a different feel
With Porfle in da house

Well it's been four years or maybe more
Since he first went on a roll
The best years of this site gone by
Here we are beset by trolls
Some people cry and some people whine
Bout the wicked grades of ones
But he just keeps on shaking it off
With word-play like the the "Sixteen Puns"

People talking all around
Bout the way you left us flat
I dont care what the people say
I know where your blog is at
But one thing I do have on my mind
And if you can pun-nify please do
The way you engage in pithy word play
When I try to give FIVES .. to you!!
I try to give fives but you just goof
Keep it serious ... Keep it

(Break to epic 45 second kazoo solo .. cause that's how Porfle would want it)

Ooh, laughed so hard at "Fridge of Pies"
Then "Boba And The Fetts"
Trumps my works a thousand times
No matter how I try
Popnecker, your time has come
Must have your cheerful ways
Post today you POPNECKER-R-R-R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r
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POPNECK!

POPNECK!

Pop -

With a Porfle Pop-a-necker as a nifty screen name
(Lyrics, punning, he's such a wit, man)
Master Porf sticks it to that hack, "Denny Laine"
(Lyrics, punning, he's such a wit, man)

Come on, Mate, post another hit
Right in the Barry-go-round
We all know what your name is
So you better lay your lyrics down

Politicking, politicking isn't his care
(Lyrics, punning, that's just so Porfle)
In his Koppel* hit, he talks about Ted's hair
(Lyrics, punning, that's just so Porfle)

C'mon, Mate post another hit
"Dont Let My Son Go Clown"
We dont know what your name means
So you better put some lyrics down

Spinning wild tunes the way it used to be
(Lyrics, punning, he's such a wit, man)
With the Shatner* and the apes* and the Stooges Three
(Lyrics, punning, he's such a wit, man)

Nobody here can match you in word-play
(Lyrics, punning, that's just so Porfle)
I'll be second fiddle 'till my dying day
(Lyrics, punning, that's just so Porfle)

C'mon Mate, post another hit
Write in the Barry go round
We all know what your name is
So you better lay some lyrics down

(Lyrics, punning, he's just a wit, man)