Instapundit

Here's a quick (5 to 10 minute) spoof of the Eagles "Desperado", aimed at Instapundit. I'm hoping to join the Alliance and fight is evil puppy blending ways.

Instapundit, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out-linkin' stories for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got some linkage
These hits that are pleasin' you
Can burn your account

Don't you maul the New York Times, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the Telegraph is always your best bet

Now it seems to me, some fine things
Are arrayed upon your web page
But you only link to ones that we can't get

Instapundit, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your fame and your hunger, they're drivin' your tomes
And geekdom, oh geekdom well, that's just some people farkin'
Your prison is blogging through this world on a phone

Don't your bleats get old in the winter time?
The styles we show and the fun headlines
It's hard to tell news “Nightline” from “Today”
You're loosin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

Instapundit, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from those mensas, open the “Gate”
We may be flamin’, but there's a flame war around you
You better let somebody ping you, before it's third rate