(if you have to ask what it gently parodies, you'll never know)





Another fan passed out on the floor of his TV room

Untold hours watching cartoons

Wearing out his videotapes searching for something new

Praying for some news of you

Lots of others do too



No one can agree on what you're wearing

And the color of your hair's right on the line

But why define?



The lady Hackwrench

Is missed quite sorely

Can only be found

In our memory

And idolatry

We hardly know you

But many people strive

We'll never forget

The mouse who touched our lives



Never seen inventions so wonderful as you contrived

A few minor adjustments aside, they were amazing

Never seen so many guys drooling in many a day

They had to turn to Anime

When you went away 



There are those quite afraid of losing

Such a character to ravages of time

Well, get in line



The lady Hackwrench

Is missed to this day

In fact some poor souls

Have been put away

(Should've, anyway)

We're not unattached yet

Cause none of us have tried

Don't want to forget

The mouse who touched our lives

Never want to forget

The mouse who changed our lives



The lady Hackwrench, the lady Hackwrench

The lady Hackwrench, the lady Hackwrench

Our lady Hackwrench



We miss you.