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It's all about the Pentiums, baby |
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Uhh, uh-huh, yeah |
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Uhh, uh-huh, yeah |
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It's all about the Pentiums, baby |
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It's all about the Pentiums, baby |
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It's all about the Pentiums, baby |
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It's all about the Pentiums, baby |
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What y'all wanna do? |
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Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers |
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Wastin' time with all the chat room yakkers |
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9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard |
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Workin' at a desk with a dumb little placard? |
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Yeah, payin' the bills with my mad programming skills |
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Defraggin' my hard drive for thrills |
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I got me a hundred gigabytes of RAM |
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I never feed trolls and I don't read spam |
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Installed a T1 line in my house |
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Always at my PC, double-clickin' on my mizouse |
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Upgrade my system at least twice a day |
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I'm strictly plug-and-play, I ain't afraid of Y2K |
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I'm down with Bill Gates, I call him "Money" for short |
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I phone him up at home and I make him do my tech support |
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It's all about the Pentiums, what? |
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You've gotta be the dumbest newbie I've ever seen |
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You've got white-out all over your screen |
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You think your Commodore 64 is really neato |
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What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito? |
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You're usin' a 286? Don't make me laugh |
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Your Windows boots up in what, a day and a half? |
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You could back up your whole hard drive on a floppy diskette |
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You're the biggest joke on the Internet |
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Your database is a disaster |
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You're waxin' your modem, tryin' to make it go faster |
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Hey fella, I bet you're still livin' in your parents' cellar |
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Downloadin' pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar |
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And postin' 'Me too' like some brain-dead AOL-er |
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I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller |
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You're just about as useless as jpegs to Hellen Keller |
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It's all about the Pentiums, baby |
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It's all about the Pentiums, baby |
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It's all about the Pentiums, baby |
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It's all about the Pentiums, baby |
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Now, what y'all wanna do? |
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Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers |
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Wastin' time with all the chat room yakkers |
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9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard |
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Uh, uh, loggin' in now, wanna run wit my crew, hah? |
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Rule cyberspace and crunch numbers like I do? |
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They call me the king of the spreadsheets |
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Got 'em printed out on my bedsheets |
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My new computer's got the clocks, it rocks |
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But it was obsolete before I opened the box |
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You say you've had your desktop for over a week? |
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Throw that junk away, man, it's an antique |
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Your laptop is a month old, well that's great |
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If you could use a nice, heavy paperweight |
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My digital media is write-protected |
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Every file inspected, no viruses detected |
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I beta tested every operation system |
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Gave props to some, and others, I dissed 'em |
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While your computer's crashin', mine's multitaskin' |
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It does all my work without me even askin' |
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Got a flat-screen monitor forty inches wide wide |
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I believe that your says 'Etch-A-Sketch' on the side |
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In a 32-bit world, you're a 2-bit user |
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You've got your own newsgroup, 'Alt.total-loser' |
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Your motherboard melts when you try to send a fax |
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Where'd you get your CPU, in a box of Cracker Jacks? |
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Play me online? Well, you know that I'll beat you |
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If I ever meet you I'll control-alt-delete you |
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It's all about the Pentiums, baby |
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It's all about the Pentiums, baby |
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It's all about the Pentiums, baby |
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It's all about the Pentiums, baby |
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What y'all wanna do? |
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Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers |
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Wastin' time with all the chat room yakkers |
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9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard |
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What? |