#whatsittoya? with apologies to Leonard Cohen

I dreamed there was a gold hashtag, that someone used and it raised a flag, but you don't care too much for Twitter do you?
It goes like this, the movie twist, the change one letter selfie pic, embattled tweeps all seeking #whatsittoya?
#whatsittoya? #whatsittoya? #whatsittoya? #whatsitto-oo-ya?

It felt all wrong, but you didn't care, you saw the cheap shot lying there, and flame and glory showered down onto ya
It took off like a living thing, the accolades were deafening, and from your timeline springs the #whatsittoya?
#whatsittoya? #whatsittoya? #whatsittoya? #whatsitto-oo-ya?

Girl this isn't the first time, I've blogged my brains out right online, you know I used to be on Facebook 'fore I knew ya
But remember when I retweeted you, and a million others retweeted too, and everybody knew just #whatsittoya?
#whatsittoya? #whatsittoya? #whatsittoya? #whatsitto-oo-ya?

Well there was a time, when I could count, on favs and RTs, shout-me-outs, but now that doesn't happen much, it's true, yeah
I've seen your #FFs scroll the screen, but love is not and endless feed, it's a blank and it's an empty #whatsittoya?
#whatsittoya? #whatsittoya? #whatsittoya? #whatsitto-oo-ya?

Well, maybe there's a bot above, but all I've ever learned from love, was how to block somebody who out-threw ya
But it's not a favstar cavalcade, or a haiku vampire that's got it made, it's a blank and it's an empty #whatsittoya?
#whatsittoya? #whatsittoya? #whatsittoya? #whatsitto-oo-ya?

#whatsittoya? #whatsittoya? #whatsittoya? #whatsitto-oo-ya?
#whatsittoya? #whatsittoya?
 

Jambalaya, by way of Leonard Cohen and Hank Williams

Well I hear there was a hot rod Ford

Hank Williams drove, with running boards

But you don't do too much hot roddin’ do ya?

It runs like this

In fourth, in fifth, that manifold, that lifter lift

The ballad king a-croonin’ Jambalaya

Jambalaya, Jambalaya, Jambalaya, crawfish pie – ie – a

Well she tossed your datebook over the fence

Smacked away your five-ten cents

She poled your pirogue gently down her bayou

She sure cooked somethin’ up with yar

She broke your strum and spilled your jar

And on your lips she threw the Jambalaya

Jambalaya, Jambalaya, Jambalaya, crawfish pie – ie – a

My hair’s still curly, my eyes still blue

Your cheatin’ heart will tell on you

You’ll walk the floor like me, ma chère amie-a

You don’t love me like you used to do

But love lost’s not like a worn out shoe

It's a cold, and it's a soggy Jambalaya

Jambalaya, Jambalaya, Jambalaya, crawfish pie – ie – a

A vision of the past just stealed

And then I got that old time feel

Can’t help it if I’m still in love with you, yeah

But remember when a two-buck bill

Got both of us up o’er the hill

And son’f a gun we had fun, Jambalaya

Jambalaya, Jambalaya, Jambalaya, crawfish pie – ie – a

So no matter how I hustle and jive

I’ll never get outta this world alive

Don’t know if I was born or I was hatched, yeah

But that aint no cry you hear at night

It aint someone what’s saw the light

It's a cold, and it's a soggy Jambalaya

Jambalaya, Jambalaya, Jambalaya…crawfish pie-a

Jambalaya, Jambalaya, Jambalaya...crawfish pie-a

Jambalaya, Jambalaya, Jambalaya…crawfish pie-ie-a

Jambalaya, Jambalaya