Count the days into years
The songs we wrote, no one hears
Now the site’s gone, it brings me tears
And now we’ve gotta say “so long”
A world without it just seems wrong
All us writers feel despair
What is happening, so unfair
I wish I could get on the phone
And say to him when he’s alone:

Chucky G, Chucky G
Why can’t you see, this feels unkind
Please change your mind
Don’t go, don’t go
Chucky G, Chucky G
Why can’t you see, this feels unkind
Please change your mind
Don’t go, don’t go

The people who wrote for the site all understand
There only will be one AmIRight
In ‘25, it’s wrapping up
Let’s make a toast and raise a cup
Twisted takes on classic ditties
From Rome to Perth to both the Twin Cities
One thing we wish we could say
To Chucky G: “Don’t walk away”

Chucky G, Chucky G
Why can’t you see, we love this site
Please, AmIRight
Don’t go, don’t go
Chucky G, Chucky G
Why can’t you see, we love this site
Please, AmIRight
Don’t go, don’t go

On Friday morning, we will see
The very last batch of uploaded parodies
Read ‘em all, then click away
Think about this fateful day
We’ll wish we gave Chucky G
More respect, I guarantee
The Gen Z kids, they never knew
How great this site was, yes it’s true

Chucky G, Chucky G
Don’t you know how just how much this site meant to me
Don’t go, don’t go

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