Near to the end of the century,
In the clear net waves flowing globally,
Came a roar and a thunder men had never heard,
Like the screamin' sound of a splattering turd.
Up from the east, a laugh so insane,
Sanford Wallace - Spam King was his name
Eighty accounts tried, and eighty accounts fried,
Now they're buried together on the countryside.
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more,
The bloody Sandy Wallace was rollin' up the score,
Eighty score failed trying to end that spree,
Of the Bloody Black Spam King of Infamy.
>From out of Cyberspace a hero arose,
A motley looking group where anything goes,
They flew into the fray to seek revenge,
But Damned AGIS shot them down - "Curses, foiled again!"
Now NANAE had sworn that they'd get their man,
So they regrouped together for a new battle plan,
They challenged the Spam King to a real dog fight,
While fool Wallace was laughin', they got him in their sights.
That Bloody Black Spam King was in a fix,
He'd tried everything, but he'd run out of tricks,
NANAE fired once, then they fired twice,
And the Bloody Cyberpromo went spinning out of sight.
[Daniel Macks]
[Internet Songbook]
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