Loudon Wainwright Iii - Y2K lyrics

A bunch of nerdy brainy guys a long way back Invented a crazy little thing they called the Univac For years now, they've been upgrading that thing It can walk and talk and count and think and it can even sing It can help you at school, church, business, and work Makes you feel like a genius even though you're just a jerk You get a computer, you sit it in your lap It does a little bit of this it does a whole lotta that It can boot you up, it can load you down With that little bitty mouse you're gonna rule this town But you're headed for trouble I do believe It's coming your way on New Year's Eve now Whoa, what do you know A few more measly more months to go Hey what do you say, now here it comes now, Y2K No it ain't a virus it's just a little glitch It wan't done by some crazy hackin son of a b**h And Sadaam didn't do it, can't blame him No it's a geek with the gla**es and the stupid silly grin Billionaire Bill that's the one you can hate If you want to blame someone blame Bill Gates Bill said we'd make money, Bill said we'd have fun But remember Hal the computer in 2001 We're in a time machine going back my friend Doin 1900 all over again, well We've been trucking down the information superhighway But we'll be on a dirt road come Y2K Call me old fashioned call me a fool And yo can call me a Luddite and you can call me uncool But we used to imagine, question, and dream And now all of our answers come up on some screen We're headed for trouble I do believe It's coming your way on New Year's Eve Y2K Breakdown, you better get ready, be very afraid Because your money's no good and you'll never get paid And the car won't start and the phone won't work And the juice won't squeeze and the coffee won't perk No more decaf latte baby You'll be doing the monkey, but there'll be a new twist You'll still be alive but you will not exist The stock market will crash, the air traffic will stop You won't find a doctor, forget about a cop There'll be a lot of lawyers with plenty to do It's apocalypse now at a theatre near you We're headed for trouble I do believe It's coming your way on New Year's Eve Meanwhile way over there in the old ancient Middle East Them doomsday boys is having a feast The end is at hand and they're down on their knees They've been checking out all the bad-a** prophesies This Y2K it's the latest craze It's lock and load for the final days Well I saw you on the plane playing solitaire On that little laptop, iwth nary a care Life's easy now, but it could get hard Pretty soon you're gonna have to use a deck of real cards