Lyrics:

Workin' on a laptop, close to the end
Of a job I've been doing 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
And I said 'make it better or I'm gonna cry'
He said, 'I'm sorry, your computer has died,
And 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
And 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
And I'm gonna be trackin' him down-o, down-o, down-o'
Sayin' 'this is all billy gates's fault
And 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 of my dough for a thimble of joe
Full o' foam and the cinnamon brown-o, brown-o, brown-o
Paid all of my dough for a thimble of joe
Full o' foam and the cinnamon brown-o
When the gates found out about my plan
He packed up his 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
He 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
When I finally find his little skinny behind
Gonna kick it all over this town