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Where have all the Admin gone
And where are all the Mods?
Where're the street-wise Bureaucrats
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a Chat Mod upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn
And I dream of what I need
I need a hero, I'm holding out for a hero
'Til the end of the night
He's gotta type quick
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be aware for a fight
I need an Admin, I'm holding out for an Admin
'Til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be a Chatter for life
(Chatter for life)
Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my power
There's someone kicking socks for me
Banning like a hammer
And turning up the heat
It's gonna take a Gold Star
To knock them off there feet
I need an Mod, I'm holding out for a Mod
'Til the end of the night
He's gotta type quick
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be aware for a fight
I need a BC, I'm holding out for a BC
'Til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be a Chatter for life
I need a C-Mod, I'm holding out for a C-mod
'Til the end of the night
Up where the Chat Rules meet the Chat Logs up above
Out where the chat shows the comments spree
I could swear that there's someone somewhere watching me
Through the "133t" and the "dolan" and the trolls
And the insults and the spam flood
I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood
I need a "Gold Starred", I'm holding out for a "Gold Starred" 'Til the end of the night He's gotta type quick
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be aware for a fight
I need a hero, I'm holding out for a hero
'Til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be a Chatter for life