The Gates

Workin' on a laptop, close to the end

Of a job I've been doin' since half past ten

I don't believe that it's frozen again

The system has gone down-o, down-o, down-o

I don't believe that it's frozen again, the system has gone down-o

So I took it down to the help desk guy

I said, "Make it better, or I'm gonna cry"

He said, "I'm sorry, your computer has died

The data can no longer be found-o, found-o, found-o"

He said, "I'm sorry, your computer has died, the data can no longer be found-o"

To the roof with the laptop I did go

Over to the edge and I gave it a throw

And when it arrived seven stories below

It really made a mighty fine sound-o, sound-o, sound-o

When it arrived seven stories below, it really made a mighty fine sound-o

Well, that didn't do enough to ease my pain

So I went down to Dulles and I got on a plane

Sayin', "This is all Billy Gates's fault

I'm gonna be trackin' him down-o, down-o, down-o

This is all Billy Gates's fault, I'm gonna be trackin' him down-o"

Touched down in Seattle and got off the plane

Hit Starbucks to get out of the rain

Paid all o' my dough for a thimble o' joe

Full o' foam and the cinnamon brown-o, brown-o, brown-o

All o' my dough for a thimble o' joe full o' foam and the cinnamon brown-o

When the Gates found out about my plan

He packed up a bag, turned tail and ran

Megalo-man took it out on the lam

And hid way underground-o, ground-o, ground-o

Megalo-man took it out on the lam and hid way underground-o

Well, the Gates been a'runnin' ever since that day

Thinks he can hide but he can't get away

When I finally find his little skinny behind

Gonna kick it all over this town-o, town-o, town-o

Finally find his little skinny behind, gonna kick it all over this town