Lyrics Jon Cozart – Rip Vine: A Song
Text:
Jon
You know, Thomas, there is nothing you could’ve done.
Thomas:
How do I cope with this loss and this pain, Vine is now dead to me.
Agony, beyond joking, don’t kid, when you 8 million fans, have to move to your Instagram vids.
Jon:
Cooped up in L.A. I spent all my work days on painstaking art.
Meanwhile my frenemies grow 9 times as quickly with taco bell hauls,
Blah, blah, blah, blah-crunch, blah, blah.
Agony, far more painful than yours when to grow like you want, you must pander the middle schoolers.
Both
Agony, oh it hurts to the core!
Jon
What is as tiring,
Thomas
Or half so inspiring,
Both
As being ignored?
Thomas
Am I not talented with my impressions? My precious, Ms. Piggy, our family, I do the best Stewie, now where will they go?
Jon
You are everything Vine could have wished for!
Thomas
Oh, I know,
Jon
It died though,
Thomas
The platform is lost,
Jon
Both
Agony,
Thomas
Misery,
Jon
Woe,
Both
Though it’s different for each,
Thomas
Always seconds behind,
Jon
Always decades too old!
Both
And it’s just out of reach!
Agony, that can cut like a knife! Hello, YouTube. Bye, Vine!