Meet The Beatles, Mr. Zuckerberg

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Ever wonder what would have happened if the word's greatest ever band had come face to face with today's social media? What if John, Paul, George, and Ringo suddenly sprang to life as 20-somethings in their heydey in the age of smart phones, hashtags, and "you've got male?" 

Ever pause to ponder that?

No, of course you haven't.    But never you mind, because ... 

Just role up for the Mystery Tour,  step right this way!

Text Man

(to the tune of Taxman)

One, two, three, four
One, two….

Let me tell you how it will be.
I’m texting you, you’re texting me.

Cause you’re the Text Man.
Yeah, the Text Man!

Should money spent appear too small. 
Get going, you can text them all!

Cause you’re the Text Man.
Yeah, yeah, the Text Man!

If you hit a bar, text the barkeep,
If you take a trip, text Uncle Pete,
If you’re Michael Phelps, text swimming meet,
If you take a walk, yeah, text your feet!

Text Man!

Cause you’re the Text Man.
Yeah, the Text Man!

You like texting by the score. (Ah hah, get your bill soon.)
Keep texting, you could still pay more. (Ah hah, texting’s sweet!)

Cause you’re the Text Man.
Yeeeah, the Text Man!

Now my advice for those who die.
Text Man!
Just keep on texting from the sky.
Text Man!

Cause you’re the Text Man.
Yeah, The Text Man!

And you’re working for nothing but texting!
Text Man!

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Blackberry Ringing

(to the tune of Blackbird) 

Blackberry ringing in the dead of night.
Take these smokin’ things, watch e-mails fly!

All your life.
You are always waiting for an e-mail to arrive.

Blackberry ringing in the dead of night.
Not hard to theorize, it’s plain to see.

All your life.
Forever you’ll be waiting for a moment to be free.

Blackberry fine! Blackberry mine!
Ringing all night through the dark black night.

Blackberry fine! Blackberry mine!
Ringing all night ‘til the broad daylight.

Blackberry ringing in the dead of night.
Take these smokin’ things and e-mails fly!

All your life.
You are only sated when an e-mail does arrive.
With this gadget you are mated in an e-mail paradise. 

You are always waiting for an e-mail to arrive.

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You Won't Friend Me

(to the tune of You Won't See Me)

When I call you up,

Your line's engaged.

I have had enough,

So I hit your Facebook page!

I send you a request,

You act like I’m Pete Best.

And I just cannot rest,

If you won't friend me,

You won't friend me.

You won't friend me,

You won't friend me!

I don't know ..... why you 

Should only want to share

Some profile info with everyone,

Even your likes aren’t posted there!

I've so much to post,

Don’t make me give up the ghost!

I won’t go psycho like Glen Close.

And you won't friend me,

You won't friend me.

You won't friend me,
You won't friend me!

Time after time,

You leave my friend request unspoken.
I wouldn't mind

If I knew what I weren’t pokin'.

Though my Facebook friends are few,
They're filled with tears.

My friend request to you

Been's gathering dust for years!

Yes, I tell you, sister,

I’m getting all kinds of bitter,

And I’ll just hop on over to Twitter,

If you won't friend me,

You won't friend me!

You won't friend me,

You won't friend me!

Oooohhhh!  La, la, la!
Oooohhhh!  La, la, la!

Oooohhhh!  La, la, la!
Oooohhhh!  La, la, la!  (and fade out ...)

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Hope you enjoyed this lazed-out excursion into the realm of unmitigated blog filler.

And I’d like to say thank you on behalf of the group and myself, and I hope we passed the audition ...

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