It`s All About The Pentiums Lyrics

It`s All About The Pentiums lyrics

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!  

 (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