Weird Al Yankovich It's All About The Pentiums Lyrics

 Uhh, uh-huh, yeah  
 Uhh, uh-huh, yeah  
 It's all about the Pentiums, baby  
 It's all about the Pentiums, baby  
 It's all about the Pentiums!  
 It's all about the Pentiums!  
 (Yeah!!)  
  
 What y'all 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 don't 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  
 I'm strictly plug-and-play, I ain't afraid of Y2K  
 I'm down with Bill Gates, I call him Money for short  
 I phone him up at home and I make him do my tech support  
 It's all about the Pentiums, what?  
 You gotta be the dumbest newbie I've ever seen  
 You've got white-out all over your screen  
 You think your Commodore 64 is really neato  
 What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito?  
 You're usin' a 286? Don't 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  
 You're the biggest joke on the Internet  
 Your database is a disaster  
 You're waxin' your modem, tryin' to make it go faster  
 Hey fella, I bet you're 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  
 You're just about as useless as jpegs to Helen Keller  
  
 It's all about the Pentiums!  
 It's all about the Pentiums!  
 It's all about the Pentiums!  
 It's all about the Pentiums!  
  
 What y'all 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 all printed out on my bedsheets  
 My new computer's got the clocks, it rocks  
 But it was obsolete before I opened the box  
 You say you've had your desktop for over a week?  
 Throw that junk away, man, it's an antique!  
  
 Your laptop is a month old? Well, that's 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 operating system  
 Gave props to some, and others? I dissed'em  
 While your computer's crashin', mine's multitaskin'  
 It does all my work without me even askin'  
 Got a flat-screen monitor, 40" wide  
 I believe that yours says, "Etch-A-Sketch" on the side  
 In a 32-bit world, you're a 2-bit user  
 You've got your own newsgroup, alt.total-loser  
 Your motherboard melts when you try to send a fax  
 Where'd you get your CPU, in a box of Cracker Jacks?  
 Play me online? Well, you know that I'll beat you  
 If I ever meet you I'll control-alt-delete you  
 What?  
  
 It's all about the Pentiums!  
 It's all about the Pentiums!  
 It's all about the Pentiums!  
 It's all about the Pentiums!  
  
 What y'all wanna do?  
 Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers  
 Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers?  
 9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard?  
 What 



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