(To the tune of Truckin' by the Grateful Dead) Bloggin' I got my words typed in, Keep bloggin' like the dew-dah man Together, write more or less a line Just keep bloggin' on I sit down and let all of my thoughts spill out My fingers move, not quite sure to where-a-bouts, I let them clickety-clack while my brain breathes out Look at me now - pop - another gray hair Bloggin', like the dew-dah man Once told me "You got to blog your mind Sometimes those thoughts ain't worth a dime If you don't write 'em down" Sometimes, the good times all fallin' on me Other times, I'm on the bad-time sea Lately, it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been What in the world, ever became of free time No study hall, not a minute called mine Unless they all leave, to go work for Troy Grimes Another bell rings, oh, ain't it a shame Bloggin', up to my elbows Been thinkin' you got to mellow slow It takes time; you pick a place to grow And ...