Computer
Song (1-800 Man Don't Know)
Tell me who will we turn to,
Tell me where on earth will we go,
When the 1-800 man don’t even know?
My writing is atrocious, there is clutter on my floor,
my records are a nightmare, my desk's a mess for sure,
i thought i'd simplify my life with help of this machine,
i might as well fight forest fires with cans of gasoline
i bought this new computer for beginners just like me,
with a 1-800 number i could call for help for free,
i was doing things right by the book, when i realized that
i ‘d been took
If this one’s user friendly, i don’t need no enemies
cause i've learned this thing ain't gonna do things
my way
i'm crashing on the information highway,
who will i turn to, where will i go,
when the 1-800 man don't even know
My e-mail won't configure and my modem will not engage
it seems to have a trigger that can shoot me full of rage
i'm all confused by ram and rom, i'd like to fix it with
a bomb,
i know now why it's called the Web, it will not set you
free
In this age of high technology, i might just be too
thick,
maybe, Tyler, i'm too old a dog to learn new tricks
but the next time that i turn it on if it don’t interface
i’m gonna boot it in the backslash all the way to cyberspace
But i’ve always got the option, i can throw this thing
away
or wait a few more months and watch it die of Y2K
cause i've learned this thing ain't gonna do things
my way
i'm crashing on the information highway,
who will i turn to, where will i go,
when the 1-800 man don't even know,
when that 1-800 Dave don’t even know.
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