Lyrics:

[first man]
I think; I think I am; therefore I am; I think

[establishment]
Of course you are, my bright little star,
I've miles
And miles
Of files
Pretty files of your forefathers' fruit and now to suit our great computer
You're [sic] magnetic ink.

[first man]
I'm more than that; I know I am; at least, I think I must be.

[inner man]
There you go, man, keep as cool as you can,
Face piles
Of trials
With smiles.
It riles them to believe that you perceive the web they weave
And keep on thinking free.