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Song title: Weird Al Yankovic - It's All About The Pentiums

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Its all about the pentiums, baby
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
Its all about the pentiums, baby
Its all about the pentiums, baby
Its all about the pentiums! (its all about the pentiums, baby)
Its all about the pentiums! (its all about the pentiums, baby)
Yeah

What yall wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? code crackers? slackers
Wastin time with all the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chillin at hewlett packard?
Workin at a desk with a dumb little placard?
Yeah, payin the bills with my mad programming skills
Defraggin my hard drive for thrills
I got me a hundred gigabytes of ram
I never feed trolls and I dont read spam
Installed a t1 line in my house
Always at my pc, double-clickin on my mizouse
Upgrade my system at least twice a day
Im strictly plug-and-play, I aint afraid of y2k
Im down with bill gates, I call him money for short
I phone him up at home and I make him do my tech support
Its all about the pentiums, what?
Youve gotta be the dumbest newbie Ive ever seen
Youve got white-out all over your screen
You think your commodore 64 is really neato
What kinda chip you got in there, a dorito?
Youre usin a 286? dont make me laugh
Your windows boots up in what, a day and a half?
You could back up your whole hard drive on a floppy diskette
Youre the biggest joke on the internet
Your database is a disaster
Youre waxin your modem, tryin to make it go faster
Hey fella, I bet youre still livin in your parents cellar
Downloadin pictures of sarah michelle gellar
And postin me too! like some brain-dead aol-er
I should do the world a favor and cap you like old yeller
Youre just about as useless as jpegs to hellen keller

Now, what yall wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? code crackers? slackers
Wastin time with all the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chillin at hewlett packard?

Uh, uh, loggin in now
Wanna run wit my crew, hah?
Rule cyberspace and crunch numbers like I do?
They call me the king of the spreadsheets
Got em printed out on my bedsheets
My new computers got the clocks, it rocks
But it was obsolete before I opened the box
You say youve had your desktop for over a week?
Throw that junk away, man, its an antique
Your laptop is a month old? well thats great
If you could use a nice, heavy paperweight
My digital media is write-protected
Every file inspected, no viruses detected
I beta tested every operation system
Gave props to some, and others? I dissed em
While your computers crashin, mines multitaskin
It does all my work without me even askin
Got a flat-screen monitor forty inches wide wide
I believe that your says etch-a-sketch on the side
In a 32-bit world, youre a 2-bit user
Youve got your own newsgroup, alt.total-loser
Your motherboard melts when you try to send a fax
Whered you get your cpu, in a box of cracker jacks?
Play me online? well, you know that Ill beat you
If I ever meet you Ill control-alt-delete you
What? what? what? what? what?

Its all about the pentiums! (its all about the pentiums, baby)
Its all about the pentiums! (its all about the pentiums, baby)
Its all about the pentiums! (its all about the pentiums, baby)
Its all about the pentiums! (its all about the pentiums, baby)
Now, what yall wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? code crackers? slackers
Wastin time with all the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chillin at hewlett packard?
What? ?