Mr. Piro-san
To the tune of "Mrs. Robinson"


And here's to you, Mr. Piro-san!
Readers love you more than you will know, whoa-ho-ho . . .
Faith to you please, Mr. Piro-san!
Hope you find confidence on the way, hey-hey-hey . . .

We've been coming down to MT since it all began
We've always felt your art was great . . .
Look around you, all you see are extreme die-hard fans
And some little trolls, we'll kill them if you please

And here's to you, Mr. Piro-san!
Readers love you more than you will know, whoa-ho-ho . . .
Faith to you please, Mr. Piro-san!
Hope you find confidence on the way, hey-hey-hey . . .

Put your art onto the web, thinking no one will come . . .
Until you get linked by Penny Arcade . . .
It was s'posed to be a little thing, not big at all . .
Then everything changed, but some things stayed the same

A triple w00t, Mr. Piro-san!
Readers love you more than you will know, whoa-ho-ho . . .
Faith to you please, Mr. Piro-san!
Hope you find confidence on the way, hey-hey-hey . . .

Sitting by a desktop on an early Monday morn
Waiting for the comic strip . . .
Groan about it, smile before it, anything you do
Remember that we're all here for you . . .

Where have you gone, 1337 Master Largo?
A rant column waits, empty, there, for you . . . Oo-oo-oo . . .
What's that you say, Mr. Piro-san?
"Largo-san has left and gone away." Hey-hey-hey.

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Mrs. Robinson
Simon and Garfunkel

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair
Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids

Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo)
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Joltin' Joe has left and gone away
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)



Started, as so many of these things do, by a one-line joke in-chat. ^^ Really meant to be little more than popcorn-filking. (Light on substance, not requiring too much effort--not too filling, but just a snack.) Also, like so many of these, based on memory and the lyrics. I hope you like it.

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