[Verse 1: Chazrick] Imagine in your mind a posh tokfu club The stuffy old nekos where the moles get snubbed The toks are bland, bunch'a hags and burma news There's no way these people will ever cut loose But then I open the thread, hold my keyboard high And what happened next will blow your mind
[Chorus: Catto] Everything got out of control The blogpost was so enticing Everyone got out of their lurk It was a bunch of old nekos replying
