My blood level's starting to shoot up
This is one spin your doctor's won't whisk
I'm sticking my boot up your boot-up
For corrupting the national disk
This sod's law, this charter for nancies
This clause for the crinklier chips -
I'm pulling the plug on their fancies
And screen-saving government whips
I tell you, you won't get my back up
I'm moving this file into Trash
The whole moral structure could crack up
The whole bloody system could crash
I'm a very hysterical cleric
But with backlash and backslash, I thrive
Delete Jenny and Martin and Eric
Or I'll wreck the remains of your drive
