They can’t stand it. They know you planned it.
But you gotta show your peers your hall of mirrors.
Users get lost when they’re stuck in there.
But my maze of ads will give us all a share.
So while I buy for a dime and collect my rents
I’m busy flooding you with more adsense
Oh My God, It’s A Mirage
I’m tellin Y’all it’s arbitrage!

Su Su SU SO listen up and please don’t say nothin’
Might shut me down with a push of a big red button
But I grow and they know how
But my MFA is just a cash cow

Cause when you click, i definitely will get
a bill from one and from the other a big check
I’m scheming on a thing that’s a mirage (exact line)
I’m Trying to tell you now it’s Arbitrage

Clickin’ All Of Y’all It’s An arbitrage
Clickin’ All Of Y’all It’s An arbitrage
Clickin’ All Of Y’all It’s An arbitrage

They Can’t stand it. They know you planned it.
But you gotta show your peers your hall of mirrors.
They’ll turn their head when they see my mess
And pretend to care in public but send my check UPS
But keep white hat and stick to your niche
I’ll play the margins and make my own self rich
What Could It Be, It’s A Mirage
You’re Scheming On A Site; That’s Arbitrage!

Original Song:

I build my links
Day after day
My PR got higher
but to rank no way
Link exchange
I have made a few
most of my links are one way with quality
Finally I have come through

We are on the first place - my friends
And we’ll keep on link building - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
‘Cause we are the champions - of the world -

My traffic flows
Tons of sales calls -
You brought me traffic and fortune search engines and everything that goes with it
-
I thank you all -

Being first place is no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise -
I consider it a challenge before the whole search engine race -
And I ain’t gonna lose -

We are on the first place - my friends
And we’ll keep on link building - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
‘Cause we are the champions - of the world -

Original song:

Hello, I’ll link you
And you’ll jump on top ten
Hello, I’ll link you
Let me just be your man

Hello, I’ll link you
And you’ll jump on top ten
Hello, I’ll link you
Let me just be your man

Now that your green bar gro-ows
Who careof the Fora sor-rows
It’s time to escrow me mo-ney
And to feed-back me as “ho-ney”

Hello, I’ll link you
And you’ll jump on top ten
Hello, I’ll link you
Let me just be your man

Hello, I’ll link you
And you’ll jump on top ten
Hello, I’ll link you
Let me just be your man

You’ll never climb that hi-igh
To Google say good by-e
Your site is rubbish, banned it will be
I am a pricking wasp not a honey bee

My domain is garbage now
To saveit there is no way no how
Web-masters’ curses on my head
You paid for bullshitnot precious beads

Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello
I cheat you
Hello
I want your money
Hello, hello, hello, hello

 by Umb

I have a bottom-line and I wanted to paint it black
No red ink anymore I wanted those numbers black
I’d seen dot-coms walk by dressed in those fancy clothes
I had to turn my head my ambition got exposed

I see the line of cars and they’re all painted black
I’ve one chance to score big that may not ever come back
I’ve seen VCs turn their heads and quickly look away
Like poorly planned start-ups it just happens every day

I’d looked at other’s books and saw their ink was black
My board saw red ink and it said it must be black
Make some cash and I can just chill out and not have to face the flack
It’s not easy stepping up when your own books ain’t black

No chance to wait until it turns a deeper blue
We’ll have lunch sometime next week, let me get back to you
If I look hard enough towards the rising sun
Success will come to me before next quarter comes

I see my bottom line and I need it painted black
No worries anymore when my numbers come in black
I’ll start driving traffic dressed up in what looks like fancy clothes
Morals, ethics, karmic guilt where did those feelings go?

Yum yum that money tastes good when topped with fancy cheese
I hope the last escort didnt carry a venereal disease

I’m gonna make it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
My ambition cloaks the sun, blots it out from the sky
My bottom line gets painted, painted, painted, painted black,
Yeah!

Original song:

Some will make you larger
And some will make your stall
And some that others sell you
Don’t do anything at all
Top spot on Google
And you’re ten feet tall

And if all you think is algos
And you know you’re going to fall
Get a bunch of smoking .edu’s
Landing on your action call
Recall Google
When they were just small

When Cutts makes the chessboard
Get up and tell you where you’ll go
And you’re stuck in supplemental
Your conversions falling low
MSN ASK and YAHOO
Where did you go?

Relevant logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knights all wear black hats
And competitors lose their heads
Remember what old guard said
“Feed good content
Feed good content
Feed good content”

(With all apologies to Lewis Carol and Grace Slick)

original song:

To the tune of of the Grease song, You’re the One I want. True to the original, it’s a dialogue between two “people”. On the one hand we have a server, the man, and Digg, the woman.

I got Diggs, they’re multiplyin’
And I’m losin’ control
Cause the traffic you’re supplyin’
It’s electrifyin’

You better keep up, cause I need uptime,
And my links are set on you
You better keep up, you better serve from cache,
To Diggers I must be true
Nothing left, nothing left for me to do

You’re the hits that I want
(you are the hits I want), ooh ooh ooh, traffic
The hits that I want (you are the hits I want),
ooh ooh ooh, click it
The hits that I want (you are the hits I want),
ooh ooh ooh, digg it
The hits I need (the hits I need),
oh yes indeed (yes indeed)

If you’ve got too much bandwidth,
You’re shy to 509
Won’t bury your submission,
It’s not lame

I better keep up,
cause you need uptime
I need uptime,
That can keep me satisfied
I better keep up, if I’m gonna prove
You better prove, that your site is justified
Are you sure?
Yes I’m sure down deep inside

Pierre (aka eKstreme) dabbles on the web with lots of SEO tools and a science blog.

Original song:

Clicked by me.
to the Burt Bacharach tune ‘Close To You’,
as performed by The Carpenters,
see video here,
and now bastardized by Jozian:

Why do Ads suddenly appear
Everytime I surf near?
I just flee, when they long to be
Clicked by me.

Why do offers, pop when leave I try
And everytime I don’t buy?
Shipping’s free, and they long to be
Rich from me.

On the day AdWords was born
Lare and Sergey got together
And decided to create a scrum come true
So they sold us spots in search results,
Organic ranks saw strife and struggle too.

That-is-why all the SERPs in town
em-u-late what they found.
Just like G, they long to be
Searched for ‘free’.

Wahhhhhhhhhhh, Clicked by me.
Hahhhhhhhhhhh, Rich from me.
Lahhhhhhhhhhh, Searched for ‘free’.

The original song:

DMCA (a parody of Village People’s YMCA)

SEOs, there’s no need to feel down
I said, SEOs, pick yourselves off the ground
I said, SEOs, ’cause your site isn’t found
There’s no need to be unhappy

SEOs, there’s a place you can go
I said, SEOs, when you’re content’s been stolen
You can file there, and I’m sure you will find
Your rankings will come back in good time

It’s fun to turn in a DMCA
It’s fun to turn in a DMCA
They can defeat the content thieves
They can beat the tricks up their sleeves
It’s fun to turn in a DMCA
It’s fun to turn in a DMCA
You can restore your copyright, you can flex your muscles with might
Your rankings will once again see the light.

SEOs, are you listenin’ to me?
I said, SEOs, how you want the SERPs to be?
I said, SEOs, you can make real your dreams
But you’ve got to know this one thing

No one does it all by himself
I said, SEOs, put your pride on the shelf
And just file that little DMCA
I’m sure it will help you today

It’s fun to turn in a DMCA
It’s fun to turn in a DMCA
They can defeat the content thieves
They can beat the tricks up their sleeves
It’s fun to turn in a DMCA
It’s fun to turn in a DMCA
You can restore your copyright, you can flex your muscles with might
Your rankings will once again see the light.

SEOs, I was once in your shoes
I said, I was down and out with the blues
I saw my website had been duplicated
I felt so very frustrated

That’s when someone came up to me
And said, “SEO, follow this link
To find out how to file a DMCA
It can start you back on your way”

It’s fun to turn in a DMCA
It’s fun to turn in a DMCA
They can defeat the content thieves
They can beat the tricks up their sleeves
It’s fun to turn in a DMCA
It’s fun to turn in a DMCA
SEOs, SEOs, there’s no need to feel down
SEOs, SEOs, just do the DMCA takedown.

DMCA
Just file a DMCA
SEOs, SEOs, I was once in your shoes
SEOs, SEOs, I was down with the blues
DMCA

humbly submitted by DazzlinDonna of SEO Scoop

The original song:

Okay folks here goes the guys at the Beginning SEO Podcast are submitting an entry to the SEO song contest! Beck’s ‘Loser’ makes for a perfect SEO song (cause it’s so jumbled as it is) So here goes… enjoy!

Quick FYI the trippy indian on the roof in the video is the one! He is the only one that knows all of the algorithm secrets! look into his eyes… now you know

In the time of Spam WebSites I was a NewB
Butane in my veins and Im out to Top the SERPs
With the SEO Software, spray-paint the internets
Old Algo’s with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin with a loser and the cruise control
Babbin’s in reno with the W M R
Got a couple of Sites, Rank on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin Im insane to complain
About a Supplemental Result and a stain on my shirt
Dont believe everything that you Google
You get a parking violation and a Flag on your Site
So search your place with some metrics in the dark
Savin all your AdSense Checks and burnin down the trailer park

Yo. Rank it.

Soy un perdedor
Im an SEO NewB, so why don’t you Rank me?

Soy un perdedor
Im an SEO NewB, so why don’t you Rank me?

Forces of evil in a Spammers nightmare
Ban all the Spam with a phony ass algorithm
cuz ones got a filter and the others got a flag
Ones on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the duplicate content and the Insane spam-ers
The daytime crap of the Webmaster Bob
He hung himself with a LinkBait Scheme
A slab of Google-neck and its hangin from a butterfly wing
You cant write if you cant relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of Billing fallin on a Client
Thats chokin on the Algo’s

Soy un perdedor
Im an SEO NewB, so why don’t you Rank me?
(get crazy with the RSS Feeds)
Soy un perdedor
Im an SEO NewB, so why don’t you Rank me?
(drive-by post)
(yo bring it on down)
Soooooooyy….

(Im a developer, Im a winner; things are gonna Rank I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor
Im an SEO NewB, so why don’t you Rank me?
(I cant believe you Goo-gle)
Soy un perdedor
Im an SEO NewB, so why don’t you Rank me?
Soy un perdedor
Im an SEO NewB, so why don’t you Rank me?
(schprechen sie deutches, BMW)
Soy un perdedor
Im an SEO NewB, so why don’t you Rank me?
(know what Im Rankin? )

Be sure to check out the Beginning SEO Podcast to hear more of our antics

Peace,

NeO

The original song

I like how the chorus & the last verse line up with the original

Man its a hot one
Like seven backlinks from the Toronto Sun
I hear your linkbait and the Diggs melt everyone
But you stay so cool
My mu equita my searchy engine mona lisa
Your my reason for reason
The link in my groove

Bridge
And if you say these links aint worth enough
I would give my PR to lift you up
I could change my Title Tags to better suit your mood
Cause youre so smooth

Chorus
And it’s a meta description under the moon
Well thats the search position that I get from you
You got the kind of lovin that can be so smooth
Gimme your rank make it real
Or else forget about it

Ill tell you one thing
If you would leave it would be a cloaking shame
In every breath and every keyword I hear your anchor calling me out
Out from the barrio you hear my rhythmed Google Audio
You feel the shopping of the world so soft and slow
Turning you outbound and round

Here’s the original: