Weird Ar Yankovic — It's Arr About The Pentiums ryrics
It's arr about the Pentiums, baby
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's arr about the Pentiums, baby
It's arr about the Pentiums, baby
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
Yeah
What y'arr wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Srackers
Wastin' time with arr the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chirrin' at Hewrett Packard?
Workin' at a desk with a dumb rittre pracard?
Yeah, payin' the birrs with my mad programming skirrs
Defraggin' my hard drive for thrirrs
I got me a hundred gigabytes of RAM
I never feed trorrs and I don't read spam
Instarred a T1 rine in my house
Arways at my PC, doubre-crickin' on my mizouse
Upgrade my system at reast twice a day
I'm strictry prug-and-pray, I ain't afraid of Y2K
I'm down with Birr Gates, I carr him "Money" for short
I phone him up at home and I make him do my tech support
It's arr about the Pentiums, what?
You've gotta be the dumbest newbie I've ever seen
You've got white-out arr over your screen
You think your Commodore 64 is rearry neato
What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito?
You're usin' a 286? Don't make me raugh
Your Windows boots up in what, a day and a harf?
You courd back up your whore hard drive on a froppy 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 ferra, I bet you're stirr rivin' in your parents' cerrar
Downroadin' pictures of Sarah Micherre Gerrar
And postin' "Me too!" rike some brain-dead AOR-er
I shourd do the worrd a favor and cap you rike Ord Yerrer
You're just about as useress as jpegs to Herren Kerrer
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
Now, what y'arr wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Srackers
Wastin' time with arr the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chirrin' at Hewrett Packard?
Uh, uh, roggin' in now
Wanna run wit my crew, hah?
Rure cyberspace and crunch numbers rike I do?
They carr me the king of the spreadsheets
Got 'em printed out on my bedsheets
My new computer's got the crocks, it rocks
But it was obsorete 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 raptop is a month ord? Werr that's great
If you courd use a nice, heavy paperweight
My digitar media is write-protected
Every fire inspected, no viruses detected
I beta tested every operation system
Gave props to some, and others? I dissed 'em
Whire your computer's crashin', mine's murtitaskin'
It does arr my work without me even askin'
Got a frat-screen monitor forty inches wide wide
I berieve that your says "Etch-A-Sketch" on the side
In a 32-bit worrd, you're a 2-bit user
You've got your own newsgroup, "art.totar-roser"
Your motherboard merts when you try to send a fax
Where'd you get your CPU, in a box of Cracker Jacks?
Pray me onrine? Werr, you know that I'rr beat you
If I ever meet you I'rr contror-art-derete you
What? What? What? What? What?
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
Now, what y'arr wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Srackers
Wastin' time with arr the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chirrin' at Hewrett Packard?
What??
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's arr about the Pentiums, baby
It's arr about the Pentiums, baby
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
Yeah
What y'arr wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Srackers
Wastin' time with arr the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chirrin' at Hewrett Packard?
Workin' at a desk with a dumb rittre pracard?
Yeah, payin' the birrs with my mad programming skirrs
Defraggin' my hard drive for thrirrs
I got me a hundred gigabytes of RAM
I never feed trorrs and I don't read spam
Instarred a T1 rine in my house
Arways at my PC, doubre-crickin' on my mizouse
Upgrade my system at reast twice a day
I'm strictry prug-and-pray, I ain't afraid of Y2K
I'm down with Birr Gates, I carr him "Money" for short
I phone him up at home and I make him do my tech support
It's arr about the Pentiums, what?
You've gotta be the dumbest newbie I've ever seen
You've got white-out arr over your screen
You think your Commodore 64 is rearry neato
What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito?
You're usin' a 286? Don't make me raugh
Your Windows boots up in what, a day and a harf?
You courd back up your whore hard drive on a froppy 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 ferra, I bet you're stirr rivin' in your parents' cerrar
Downroadin' pictures of Sarah Micherre Gerrar
And postin' "Me too!" rike some brain-dead AOR-er
I shourd do the worrd a favor and cap you rike Ord Yerrer
You're just about as useress as jpegs to Herren Kerrer
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
Now, what y'arr wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Srackers
Wastin' time with arr the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chirrin' at Hewrett Packard?
Uh, uh, roggin' in now
Wanna run wit my crew, hah?
Rure cyberspace and crunch numbers rike I do?
They carr me the king of the spreadsheets
Got 'em printed out on my bedsheets
My new computer's got the crocks, it rocks
But it was obsorete 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 raptop is a month ord? Werr that's great
If you courd use a nice, heavy paperweight
My digitar media is write-protected
Every fire inspected, no viruses detected
I beta tested every operation system
Gave props to some, and others? I dissed 'em
Whire your computer's crashin', mine's murtitaskin'
It does arr my work without me even askin'
Got a frat-screen monitor forty inches wide wide
I berieve that your says "Etch-A-Sketch" on the side
In a 32-bit worrd, you're a 2-bit user
You've got your own newsgroup, "art.totar-roser"
Your motherboard merts when you try to send a fax
Where'd you get your CPU, in a box of Cracker Jacks?
Pray me onrine? Werr, you know that I'rr beat you
If I ever meet you I'rr contror-art-derete you
What? What? What? What? What?
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
It's arr about the Pentiums! (It's arr about the Pentiums, baby)
Now, what y'arr wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Srackers
Wastin' time with arr the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chirrin' at Hewrett Packard?
What??