Hilarious. I actually saw "Pinball Wizard" ... (by "The Who.")

... spacebar master.">>

I literally laughed out loud!

Wanna know what I think? UR2creative.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhUk...

Everybody's a spacebar master DOH!
They all were cluelesss patzers. DOH!
Without their quadcore masters DOH!
Their game's a sad disaster.

They were clueless little men from their clueless little towns

They were loading Rybka up and they were pressing spacebars down

It's a brand new cyber secret and everybody knew their part

Just load your Fritz into your new Dell, and click a key to start!

Everybody's a spacebar master DOH!
They all were cluelesss patzers. DOH!
Without their quadcore masters DOH!
Their game's a sad disaster.

There's no analyzing, no need to sac a Pawn

After every move by Pogo, just turn your IMACs on.

We ran Houdini and Stockfish, started tapping the spacebar

30 plies but no thinking, oh yes, that's who we are!

To the tune of that song in a Ipod app, "Tap Tap Tap" Click Click Click

One click, you click, let's all click click click!

*Cue Music*

Click with, yeah, click with me.
Click with me, yeah ,click with me.

Come on, one click, two click, just click click click.

One click, two click, click click.

Push your Spacebar, push it yeah!

One push, two push, push push.

Spacebar Masters

Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout some patzers on a chess site
And their skills were very low.

On the world team was a traitor
To their cause, a man of hate.
And the world team started voting
To concede their brush with fate.

Go ahead and run Houdini,
Go ahead and look at Fritz.
Run 30 plies on Rybka
You know you're not playing blitz.
There won't be any human judgment
On what move to play.
And right up to the deadline,
Spacebar masters type away.

So the leader of the chess site
Sent a message to that man.
Asking that he would please step down,
'Fore he messed up the grand plan.

Came an answer from the traitor,
"With the patzers we are mad.
Just a bunch of spacebar masters,
And your game is really bad."

Now the world team cried with anger,
"Load your Stockfish! Run your Dell!"
And they beat the evil traitor,
Made his life a living hell.

Now they look upon the game score,
On the chess site, fear and dread.
Saw the Dancing Rook upon it........
"1-0 World" was all it said.

Go ahead and run Houdini,
Go ahead and look at Fritz.
Run 30 plies on Rybka
You know you're not playing blitz.
There won't be any human judgment
On what move to play.
And right up to the deadline,
Spacebar masters type away.

Spacebar Masters

Spacebar Masters
Why don't you get a life?
Spacebar Masters
You're never gonna beat my wife

Now because you use those newest Dells (oh yeah)

And have a big quad core, oh yes you do now

Do you think she can't beat you like a dead dog(oh yeah)

And then the next day brag on her blog.

Spacebar Masters
Why don't you get a life?
Spacebar Masters
You're never gonna beat my wife

Now I know all the GM's I've seen you play (oh yeah)

I know you beat them bad one after another now, byte by byte

You made 'em cry, many poor GM's cry (oh yeah)

When they try to keep up with your engines, they won't be satisfied.

Spacebar Masters
Why don't you get a life?
Spacebar Masters
You're never gonna beat my wife

I'd rather see her play a poor guy that thinks on his own(oh yeah)

Than some engine chasing patzers like all of you

Cause when she thinks on moves, she wants thinking in return (oh yeah)

Now I know this is a lesson Spacebar Masters you haven't learned

Spacebar Masters
Why don't you get a life?
Spacebar Masters
You're never gonna beat my wife

Hey Jude - The King
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tR7Y...

To the tune of Achy Breaky Heart

Spacebar Master Hand

You can tell the world I'm nutty as a squirrel
You can burn my chessboard when I'm gone
Or you can tell your friends the patzer that I've been

And laugh and joke about me on the phone

You can tell my quads my thinking is at odds
With anyone who ever played this game
Or you can tell my Fritz that I'm no good at blitz
And Rybka just can't help me, I'm so lame.

But don't tell my hand, my spacebar master hand
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my hand, my spacebar master hand
He might reach up and slap this man
Oooooooooooohhhhhhh

You can tell Pogo I'm only a bozo
Or you can tell her dog to bite my leg
Or tell her husband Pete on Facebook or a tweet
He never really liked me anyway

Oh tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please
Tell her that I can't think beyond one ply
Oh you can tell my eyes I just can't analyze
If it wasn't for Stockfish I would die.

But don't tell my hand, my spacebar master hand
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my hand, my spacebar master hand
He might reach up and slap this man
Oooooooooooohhhhhhh

But don't tell my hand, my spacebar master hand
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my hand, my spacebar master hand
He might reach up and slap this man
Oooooooooooohhhhhhh