A long, long time ago...             
I can still remember             
How that music used to make me smile.             
And I knew if I had my chance             
That I could make that Lego dance             
And, maybe, they'd be happy for a while.             

But Reynaldo made me shiver             
With every posting I'd deliver.             
Bad news on the doorstep;             
I couldn't take one more schlepp.             

I can't remember if I cried             
When I learned about Recycla's pride,             
But something touched me deep inside             
The day Due Process died.             

So bye-bye, North American Pie.             
Drove my 'puter to the snooter,             
But the snooter was sly.             
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye             
Singin', "This'll be the day that I die.             
"This'll be the day that I die."             

Did you write the Book of Thoth,             
And do you have faith in Bela's troth,             
If sweet Noirette tells you so?             
Do you believe in rock 'n roll,             
Can music save your mortal soul,             
And can you play the Numa Dance real slow?              

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.             
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,             
Eight miles high and falling fast.             
It landed foul on leaves of grass.             
The players tried for a forward pass,             
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.             

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume             
While the sergeant played a drumbeat tune.             
We all got up to dance,             
Oh, but we never got the chance!             
'Cause the players tried to take the field;             
The Muppet band refused to yield.             
Do you recall what was revealed             
The day Due Process died?             

We started singing,             
"Bye-bye, North American Pie."             
Drove my 'puter to the snooter,             
But the snooter was sly.             
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye             
And singin', "This'll be the day that I die.             
"This'll be the day that I die."             

Oh, and there we were all in one thread,             
A generation lost in dread             
With no time left to start again.             
So come on: Hobbes be nimble, Hobbes be quick!             
Hobbes sat smack on a candlestick             
Cause fire is the devil's only friend.             

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage             
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.             
No angel born in hell             
Could break that Satan's spell.             
And as the flames climbed high into the night             
To light the sacrificial rite,             
I saw Satan laughing with delight             
The day Due Process died.             

He was singing,             
"Bye-bye, North American Pie."             
Drove my 'puter to the snooter,             
But the snooter was sly.             
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye             
And singin', "This'll be the day that I die.             
"This'll be the day that I die."              

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North Amurcan Bupkis, Reclusive Internet Dementors.