And the hits just keep on comin’ for the Pro Se Weekend Special …

There’s somethin’ happenin’ here.
What it is ain’t exactly clear.
There’s a man with a blog over there
A’tellin’ me I got to beware.

I think it’s time to file pro se—I’m no clown.
Everybody look what’s goin’ down.

There’re battle lines being drawn.
I’m right, and they’re all wrong.
Evil bloggers speakin’ their minds,
A’causin’ so much resistance for my kind.

Time to file pro se—I’m no clown.
Everybody look what’s goin’ down.

What a field day for a creep!
(Hmm, hmm, hmm)
I can pile the suits real deep.
(Hmm, hmm, hmm)
Filing writs and motions and pleas,
(Hmm, hmm, hmm)
Bringing bloggers right to their knees.
(Hmm, hmm, hmm)

Time to file pro se—I’m no clown.
Everybody look what’s goin’ down.

Paranoia strikes deep.
Into you life it will creep.
It starts when you’re always afraid.
Step out of line, parole officers come and take you away.

Time to file pro se—I’m no clown.
Everybody look what’s goin’ down.
Time to file pro se—I’m no clown.
Everybody look what’s goin’ down.
Time to file pro se—I’m no clown.
Everybody look what’s goin’ down.

Time to file pro se—I’m no clown.
Everybody look what’s goin’ down.

(I can hardly wait for Op-Critical’s cover version.)