(to tune of Prince's 'Raspberry Beret')

I was lurking full time in a kitchen-like clime
My boss was [anonymity]
He told me several times not to halfbake while on-line
'Cos I was a bit too leisurely

Seems that I was browsing something close to nothing
Stupider ideas than ever before
Throw your noisy printers, your effing printers
From your building's top floor, top floor

Twenty-two ideas a day
Filtering trolls gets to be such a bore
Twenty-two ideas a day
The kind you find in a second hand store
Twenty-two ideas a day
I think I slumber

Bitchy like I was
You had the nerve to ask me
If I planned to do it any harm
So, look here
I put the other newbie on the back of my bike
And we went riding
Down by old man Johnnie's Farm

I said now, your other i-deas never turned me on
But something about the croissants and her mixed
She wasn't too bright
But I could tell when she deleted me*
She knew how to get her kicks

(* annos)

Twenty-two ideas a day
Filtering trolls gets to be such a bore
Twenty-two ideas a day
The kind you find in a school in grade four
Twenty-two ideas a day
I think I slumber

One idea per month don't look so cool when you're being uncouth
And [lintkeeper2] wonder who [UB] are**
The crap drowns out what the lightning seeks
An idea that is a star

** definitely not me, thanks for asking

Listen
They say your first idea ain't the greatest
But I tell ya
If I had the chance to do it all again

I would have another poke
'Cause baby I'm not the most
Vicious as [UB] was back then

(Twenty-two ideas a day)
The kind you find (The kind you find)
The kind you find (In a second hand store)
Oh no no
(Fishbone fishbone)
(And if it was warm)
Where have all the croissants gone?

I think I... I think I... I think I would love one