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Original song |
I'm In Love With My Car |
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Original artist |
Queen |
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Filk author |
MaJoC |
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Intro |
Dedicated to the memory of J Random Wannabee, anaraknophile to the end |
I'm In Love With My Clone
Ooooh ...
The machine of a dream,
Such a green machine,
With its Pentium pumpin'
And a twenty-inch screen.
With your mouse in my hand,
All I hear is my gear,
When I'm stroking your keys man,
Ooh it's like a disease man.
I'm in love with my clone,
Gotta feel for my PCI dream,
Get ahold of this sexy Web browser,
Such a thrill when your fax-modem screams.
Told my girl I just had to forget her,
Rather make me a power Internetter,
So she logged out, saying: This is the end now ---
You're like bleach, you've gone clean round the bend now.
With your mouse in my hand,
All I hear is my gear,
When I'm surfin' the Infobahn,
Don't have to put up wi' mere stick-in-the-mud programs.
I'm in love with my clone,
Ride the power of my PCI tower,
I'm in love with my clone,
Nerd for life to my PCI wife.
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