This ditty is rather vaguely inspired by the Windows Vista Operating System.
You're the kind of person who stays at home, never leaves your bailiwick
You never see a crowd, you're busy chatting up a virtual chick
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too little in your years
And though you've tried you just can't hide your eyes are edged with tears
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your ninety-ninth computer
When you were a child you were treated kind
But you were never brought up right
You were always spoiled with peripherals but still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you owes the RIAA some fees
And your father's still perfecting ways to copy DVD's
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your ninety-ninth computer
Oh, who's to blame, the whole world's insane
Well, nothing I do don't seem to work
It only seems to make the blue screens worse. Oh, please
You were still in school when you met that geek who really messed your mind
And after that you turned your back on treating people kind
On our first chat I tried so hard to rearrange your mind
But after awhile I realized you were disarranging mine
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your ninety-ninth computer
Oh, who's to blame, the whole world's insane
Well, nothing I do don't seem to work
It only seems to make the blue screens worse. Oh, please
When you were a child you were treated kind
But you were never brought up right
You always had your hands on a keyboard, still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you owes the RIAA some fees
And your father's still perfecting ways to copy DVD's
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here comes your ninety-ninth computer ...
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