Goodbye, Joe, we gonna go, me-oh-May-o.
We gavotte? No! ’pocalypso—gonna die-o!
When we gone, 21, no mo’ pie-o.
Revelation pre-C’lumbian, say “goodbye-o.”

Junk bull Mayan has got some sighin’, feeble dumbo;
gonna bite the dust is we à la Nostradamo.
Forget car and guitar—no more play-o.
Revelation pre-C’lumbian on last day-o.

Need no mo’, give ’way dough ’cause I’m cozened—
Internet idiot, I been bludgeoned
by this pile, viral style, meme-o’-May-o.
Revelation pre-C’lumbian; bye, Ohio.

Jumbled Mayan has got some cryin’, bean be hollow.
Gonna bite the dust is we; no more nostrum swallow.
No sidecar at the bar, it’s last call-o.
Revelation pre-C’lumbian, eschatol-o.

Junk bull Mayan some been buyin’, fleecé, gulled—d’Oh!.
Gonna bite the dust; because all’s for naught—last day-o.
At the bar, no sidecar; last tab pay-o. . .
Revelation pre-C’lumbian no hold sway-o.
Revelation pre-C’lumbian? Hey, we stay-o!
Réveille-matin* beep 22nd, new day-o.