Every streetcorner resounded with cheering and mirth
No apocalypse had come to tear the planet asunder
I was alone in a croud with nothing to plunder
No looting, no rioting, no violence or arson
None of the things that make Y2K fun
"Happy new years" I cried but behind my human smile
A plot was slowly emerging in my mind all the while
I plotted to fulfill a dastardly need
Old aquaintance would be forgot this year indeed!
So as I, plotting armageddon, strode off out of sight
I thought "Happy New Years to All, and to All a Good Night!"
I can't quite remember what my plan was or why we're all still here. All I
remember is waking up naked in an unfamiliar city with unexplained major
chest wounds. But I guess that's what New Year's is all about.