I left, out of FrontPage, with no destination in mind.
I was runnin’ from greys and the ban-term Patrick George had in mind.
And Oppo meant freedom, a new life, shitposting,
And that’s why I thought I should go,
And start my life over on the pages of Oppo.

My first night in Oppo, lost all the pride I had.
One bad user made use of one innocent lad.
But I must keep on runnin’; it’s too late to turn back...
I’m wanted in FP, I’m told.
Yeah, an’ things’ll blow over on the seashores of FrontPage.

Two Oppo users en route to a trend I can’t say,
Let me ride in the back of a manual diesel wagon loaded with shit.
Down through Zoidberg, HondaBro, E92M3,
Then in the Crazie Kanuck,
Where I slept in the shawdows on the posts of old Oppo.

After one long shitpost, I came wide awake in the night.
I was startled by someone who shadowed the pale moonlight.
My new-found companion, one young DC3,
Who offered a broken hello,
To the gringo he found on the seashores of old Oppo.

He spoke of JKM and swore that he never return,
For her FP husband, she really had no great concern.
‘Cause she loved the gringo, my shit posts and lingo...
That’s all I needed to know.
Yeah, I found what I needed on the seashores of old Oppo.

Yeah, she loved the gringo, my shit posts and lingo...
That’s all I needed to know, ha, ha.
Yeah, I found what I needed on the seashores of old Oppo.