[Verse 1] Mark Zuckernator crawls from a gribber-grabber swamp, Wearing a cloak made of expired coupon pomp. His eyes go blink-blonk, his smile goes schreep, He hoards imaginary “likes” in a bucket of creep. [Chorus] Zuckle-Muck! O mighty Blunder-King, Ruler of the Flopple-Fling-Ding. He stomps through Meta with a cardboard crown, Shouting, “RESPECT ME!” while falling down. [Verse 2] He built a kingdom on a frooble-foam hill, Where every tree screams “UPGRADE!” against its will. His pet robot Glibberdude, absurdly mild, Files complaints daily: “Sir, you’re too wild.” [Chorus] Zuckle-Muck! Zuckle-Burn! Claims he reinvented the wheel — it still won’t turn. His brain-buffer crashes whenever he grins, So he reboot-hiccups with plasticky spins. [Bridge] In the Yoodle-Droodle Court of Spam, He knighted himself “Sir Algorithm Ham”. He yelled, “Let nonsense reign, obey!” Then tripped on a cable and banned his own display. [Verse 3] He summons minions from the Snarfel-Void, Creatures made of glitches he personally deployed. They chant his anthem: “Long live the lag!” While he proudly waves a pixelated rag. [Chorus — Final] ZUCKLE-MUCK! ZUCKLE-ZEE! Supreme Lord of the Technical Oopsie. If chaos had Wi-Fi, he'd throttle it twice, Then sell the lag back at an unreasonable price. [Outro] Raise your cups of flibber-juice tea, Toast to the emperor of digital debris. Mark Zuckernator, Meme Supreme — Forever glitching in a half-broken dream.
