Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a hateful trip
That started from this flaming board, a board that once was hip
The Ace was a whiny wailing man, and Dovey brave and sure
Martini took the bus that day, on a three-hour tour
A three-hour tour
Martini started getting rough, the tiny Dove was doxxed
If not for the courage of the modding crew the BG would be lost
The BG would be lost
The shit got loud on the bed, on his unsheeted mattress pile
With Martini, (Dove pegged him too)
The dying cat and his mites
The game console (a stressor) and forum fans
Here in Martini's Aisle
So this is a tale they'll blast away, they're here for a long, long time
We'll have to make the best of things, and it's an uphill climb
Martini and his new Boo too will do their very best
To make us all uncomfortable, with typical Flametown zest
No lamps, no sheets, no motor cars, not a single luxury
Like Rancidmilko or Benzo, it's primitive as can be
So join us here each minute, friends, you'll sure upchuck some bile
As all their PI blasts away, here in Martini's Aisle
