-- Horatio Algeranon's rendering of the classic Led Zeppelin tune
There's a skeptic who's sure, temp that goes up is good
And he claims it's a stairway to heaven
When he gets there he "knows", if the future's foreclosed
With a dollar he can get what he came for
Ooh, ooh, and he claims it's a stairway to heaven
There's a graph on his blog but he wants to be sure
'Cause he knows sometimes graphs have two meanings
In a tree by Yamal, there's a proxy that sings
Somehow all of its temps are misgiven
Ooh, it makes him blunder
Ooh, it makes him blunder
There's a feeling he gets when he looks at the BEST
And his spirit is crying for leaving
On his blog he has blown rings of smoke through the trees
And confusion for those who stand lurking
Ooh, it makes him blunder
Ooh, it really makes him blunder
And it's whispered by Willie Soon if we all call the tune
Then the Inhofes will lead us to Reason
And a pay day will dawn for those who stand long
And the board-rooms will echo with laughter
If there's some chaos in your climate, don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the Maldives
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's no need to change the road you're on
And it makes him blunder
Your blog is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know
James Inhofe's calling you to join him.
Dear Tony, can you hear the windbag blow and did you know
Your stairway lies on the global temp?
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a scientist we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
That he ain't in it for the gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not a troll.
But he claims it's a stairway to heaven...
