"It's All About The Pentiums"
It's all about the Pentiums, baby.
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!
What ya'll 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 Micelle Gellar.
And postin' "Mee 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 Hellen 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!
Now, what ya'll 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 ya'll wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers.
Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard?
What??