jackrabbit
Loner
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- 2002-07-04
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Life On The Computer...
A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note;
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the father of a goat.
Meg was the name of a girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights,
Now they all mean different things
And that really means mega bytes.
An application was for employment,
A program was a TV show,
A cursor used profanity,
A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something you lost with age,
A CD was a bank account,
And if you had a 3-in. floppy,
You hoped nobody found it out.
Compress was something you did to garbage,
Not something you did to a file
And if you unzipped anything in public,
You'd be in jail for a while.
Log on was adding wood to the fire,
Hard drive was a long trip on the road,
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived,
And a backup happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife,
Paste you did with glue,
A web was a spider's home,
And a virus was the flu.
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory that's in my head;
I hear nobody gets killed in a computer crash,
But when it happens, they wish they were dead.
A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note;
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the father of a goat.
Meg was the name of a girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights,
Now they all mean different things
And that really means mega bytes.
An application was for employment,
A program was a TV show,
A cursor used profanity,
A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something you lost with age,
A CD was a bank account,
And if you had a 3-in. floppy,
You hoped nobody found it out.
Compress was something you did to garbage,
Not something you did to a file
And if you unzipped anything in public,
You'd be in jail for a while.
Log on was adding wood to the fire,
Hard drive was a long trip on the road,
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived,
And a backup happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife,
Paste you did with glue,
A web was a spider's home,
And a virus was the flu.
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory that's in my head;
I hear nobody gets killed in a computer crash,
But when it happens, they wish they were dead.
