Nik Deogun, formerly the deputy managing editor of the Wall Street Journal under Robert Thomson, is leaving for CNBC. Click through for Deogun's farewell email to friends, AND the moving lyrics to his send-off songs, from the "WSJ band!"

Subject: A new adventure

Friends,
I am leaving the Wall Street Journal after 15 years to become managing editor of CNBC, another terrific news organization. I will be in touch with you once I have my new contact information. Until then, you can reach me at [redacted].

These lyrics were emailed around this morning, we hear:

SEE YA LATER, NIK!
> PRESENTED BY THE SIX STARS AND "MIKETTES"
> 1-13-10
>
>
>
> Peter Jeffrey – vocals
> Tim Layer – guitar
> Dennis Berman – bass
> Sam Enriquez – guitar
> Dave Bamundo – drums
> Mike Siconolfi – keyboard
>
> SPECIAL APPEARANCE BY THE MIKETTES:
>
> Robin Sidel
> Jenny Strasburg
> Kelly Evans
>
> * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
>
> "NIKKI, DON'T LOSE THAT NUMBER"
> (with apologies to Steely Dan)
>
> We hear you're leaving, that's OK
> We had our wild time, like the Dow
> You're off to NBC's cash cow
> But if you have a change of heart
>
> 212 416 2000!!
>
> Nikki, don't lose that number
> You don't wanna call nobody else
> Send it off in an email to yourself
>
> Nikki, don't lose that number
> You don't have to play for keeps
> You'll be sick of that Money Honey
> By next fall's sweeps
>
> Gasparino's having deja vu
> He thought he'd left you years ago
> He'll want more Kudlow time and more dough
> But you could have a change of heart
>
> 212 416 2000!!
>
> Nikki, don't lose that number
> You don't wanna call nobody else
> Send it off in an iChat to yourself
>
> Nikki, don't lose that number
> We'll be waiting by the phone
> You'll be over that "friendly patter"
> When you get home.
>
> You tell yourself we're not your kind
> But you don't even know your mind
> And you could have a change of heart
>
> 212 416 2000!!
>
> Nikki, don't lose that number
> You don't wanna call nobody else
> Send it off in a memo to yourself
>
> Nikki, now, use that number
> While we'll still pick by the phone
> You might notice you've got no ink stains
> When you get home
>
> Nikki don't lose that number
> Nikki don't lose that number
> Nikki don't lose that number
>
> "HIT THE ROAD NIK"
> (with apologies to Ray Charles)
>
> MIKETTES:
> Hit the road, Nik, and can we show you the door, the
> door, the door, the door
> Hit the road, Nik—and let us show you the door
>
> PETER:
> C-N-B-C?
>
> MIKETTES:
> Hit the road, Nik, it's sound bites now and no more, no
> more, no more, no more
> Hit the road, Nik—Cramer's screamin' at the door
>
> PETER:
> Whoah, Journal, oh, Journal, don't treat me so mean,
> You're the meanest broadsheet that I've ever seen
> I guess if you said so
> I'd have to pack my things and go
>
> MIKETTES:
> That's right! Hit the road, Nik, it's sound bites now
> And no more, no more, no more, no more
> Hit the road, Nik—Cramer's screamin' at the door
>
> PETER:
> C-N-B-C?
>
> MIKETTES:
> Hit the road, Nik, it's sound bites now and no more, no
> no more, no more, no more
> Hit the road, Nik—Cramer's screamin' at the door
>
> PETER:
> Now, Journal, listen, Journal, don't ya treat me this way
> Cause I'll be back on my feet some day
> MIKETTES:
> Don't care if you do 'cause it's understood
> We ain't got no money—and you ain't no good
>
> PETER:
> Well, I guess if you say so
> I'll have to pack my things and go
>
> MIKETTES:
> That's right! Hit the road, Nik, and can we show you
> The door, the door, the door, the door
> Hit the road, Nik—and let us show you the door
>
> PETER:
> C-N-B-C?
> MIKETTES:
> Hit the road, Nik, it's sound bites now and no more, no
> no more, no more, no more
> Hit the road, Nik—Cramer's screamin' at the door
> PETER:
> Can't we talk this over?
> MIKETTES:
> And let us show you to the door
> PETER:
> I'm telling Robert!
> MIKETTES:
> Your two-time gig is no more
> PETER:
> That hurts, Journal, baby
> MIKETTES:
> Cramer's screamin' at the door
> PETER:
> You don't want to see me cry
> MIKETTES:
> Gasparino's saying 'no more'
> PETER:
> What you tryin' to do to me?
> MIKETTES:
> Don't you come back no more
> PETER:
> Mercy!