As the #BEAtwitty party winds down, it’s time to dedicate one last song to all the partying tweeps who didn’t make it to BEA.

If I tweet here tomorrow
Will you still remember me?
For I’m off to read a book now,
And maybe go on a Powells shopping spree.
But if I stayed here with you, tweeps,
Things just wouldn’t be the same.
Cause it’s time to read now,
And this reader you can’t tweet to.
No this reader, she won’t tweet.
This reader, she’s done tweeting.

Good night, it’s been great fun,
Though BEA would’ve been better.
But please accept my thank yous
Although I can’t sing.
Even if I stayed here with you, tweeps,
It just wouldn’t be the same.
Next year we should meet in New York
Although I will not sing for you.
Cause this blogger’s going to BEA.
It’d be more fun at BEA,
If we all went to BEA.
See you at BEA.

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Thanks Jo…this was actually a last minute addition to the line-up. And I’m sure everyone joins me in thanking you for the shortness of your choice! So, I’ll be needing your address too, please!

Thanks to everyone who made a request…I’m sorry I didn’t have time to get to them all.

But if you’d like a chance at the mysterious door prize/parting gift/swag (because I still have a handful left), feel free to re-rewrite the last verse of this song. Leave your attempts at songwriting greatness in the comments, and I’ll have Simon choose a few winners later this evening.

DJ Fizzy B back again with another song for my tweeps. While I prefer the earlier rendition of Margaritaville, this one goes out to all you fans of West Side Story…

Softdrink:

I feel twitty
Oh so twitty
I feel twitty and unwitty and not okay
And I pity
All the other bloggers not at BEA today

At least I’m not farming
Or darning
It’s alarming how uncharming I feel
But so twitty
That I can hardly believe I’m real
See the book blogger on her computer there?
Who can that book blogger be?
Such a sad blogger
Such a bad blogger
Such a pity party
Such a pitiful me!

I feel like running
From this evening
Feel like running
And hiding my head
For I’m home
And all my books are read

Bloggers:

Have you met Softdrink?
She didn’t go to BEA, the hag
You’ll know her the minute you see her
She’s the one without all the bags of swag

She wishes she’s the press
She wishes she’s in NY
She’s merely a dork
Think of all the books
And all the bags
And the goobledygook
And all of the swag
Getting away from her

Send for Hamburger, oh no
This is not the Softdrink we know
Festival of Books, yes
Book Expo America, no
Book Group Expo, yes
Why didn’t she go???

Softdrink:

I feel twitty
Oh so twitty
How can BEA go on without me
Or Book Zombie
Or even Rhapsody
I feel dizzy
I feel fizzy
I feel fuzzy, somebody give me more wine
It’s not so pretty
When I start to whine

See the book blogger on that computer there
(What computer, where)
Who can that book blogger be
(Which, what, where, whom)
Such a sad blogger
Such a bad blogger
Such a pity party
Such a pitiful me!

Everyone:

I feel like running
From this evening
And hiding my head
For I’m home, all alone
And all my books are read

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This time you should be thanking Rhapsody for making the show tunes requests…and providing the opening lines! She’s also responsible for inspiring this atrocity. Rhapsody, I have a door prize for you, too, so please email me with your address!

DJ Fizzy B checkin’ in, ready to spin some tunes for the #BEAtwittyparty. Let’s kick things off with a little revision of Margaritaville…

Hanging on tweetdeck
Hitting refresh
Wishing I was in NY having a ball
Composing my tweets
Eating some sweets
Oh no I’m not jealous, not at all

Tweetin’ away again at #BEAtwittyparty
Sipping on my chocolate malt
Some people claim that BEA’s to blame
But I know, it’s The Book Lady’s fault

I don’t know the reason
I’m not at the 4 Seasons
Nothin’ to show but my last tweet
Gotta keep it under one-forty
So it’s a real shorty
Sure wish I was at a BEA meet ‘n greet

Tweetin’ away again at #BEAtwittyparty
Searchin’ for my best one-four-oh
Somebody give me an @ reply
So I know
Twitter’s not slow

I bought a new book
Ordered pizza so I don’t have to cook
I was ready to spend my night all alone
But there’s tweeps on the net
And it’s a sure bet
This song will make you groan

Tweetin’ away again at #BEAtwittyparty
Sipping on my chocolate malt
But I know it’s my own damn fault
Some people claim that The Book Lady’s to blame
And I know it’s my own damn fault

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Many thanks to booklineandsinker for offering up Margaritaville as a sacrifice. As promised, I have a very small something for you…I just need you to email me with your address.

Are you going to the party? The BEAtwittyparty hosted by the lovely Rebecca at The Book Lady’s Blog?

Well, since every party needs music, I figure I’ll trot out my mad songwriting skillz and pen a song especially for the occasion. I know, I know…you’re wondering what you did to deserve such an honor.

Except, you know me…I’m pretty much incapable of creating anything original. So this is where you come in.

Inspire me.

Give me the name of a song you’d like to see parodied butchered rewritten in honor of BEA and our BEAtwittyparty. If I choose your song, I promise you equal billing (in either the fame or the lawsuit) and a small token of my affection.

So…name your tune!