You're out of the Computer (feat. My Robot Friend)
You don't exist, you're off my list
You're just an intruder
You're out of the computer
I didn't abuse you
I didn't shoot you
I just took you out of the computer
And I turned my head and I said
'You couldn't be cuter'
But you're out of the computer
Because you're the world's worst slacker
And I'm the world's greatest hacker
I didn't know you were a hooter
You're out of the computer
(What does 'a hooter' mean? It's a breast?)
(Yes)
I took you out of my heart with a roto-rooter
And I ran you over with my brand-new scooter
And I turned my head and I said
'You're out of the computer'
You're the world's worst programmer
And I'm the world's greatest hacker
You were the one I would die for
You were the one I would climb the sky for
You were my lover but you made me suffer
When you became the world's greatest surfer
Now you're out of the computer
You were sublime but you were offline with the online
Do I have to draw you a diorama?
You're the world's worst scammer
You're the world's worst slammer
I wish things could be smoother
But they couldn't be blacker
I'm the world's greatest hacker
I'm the world's greatest hijacker
I-I-I-I-I-I I'm the world's, world's greatest I-I-I-I
I'm the world's greatest hacker
And you're the world's worst
Limberger, I don't know, fuck it
I took away your key
I took away your mouse
I'm a turkey, I'm a louse
I threw you out of the house
And now you're out of the computer
And even if you yell 'I need a key!'
You ain't getting back
Cause you're out of the computer
I spent wonderful moments in your components
Get out of my memory
Get your digitals out of my modules
Get your mish-mosh out of my Macintosh
Or I'll hit you with a Swiss wristwatch
You showed them your modem
And as sure as my name is Yehuda
You're out of the computer
We were riding down the highway
When you began down my driveway
And you tried to sell me
A floppy of my biopsy
And a copy of my autopsy
You looked in my iris
And you gave me a virus
You took away my lap desk
You took away my website
You took away my disc drive
You took away my database
And you drove away with my jalopy
And you scrambled my scanner
And you took away my banner
You're the world's worst home shopper
You're the world's worst pornographer
And if you see me first, you say hello
And if I see you first, I'll say hello
(Hi, Hello, Hello, Hi)
Log off!
You're out of the computer
You're just an intruder
You're out of the computer
I didn't abuse you
I didn't shoot you
I just took you out of the computer
And I turned my head and I said
'You couldn't be cuter'
But you're out of the computer
Because you're the world's worst slacker
And I'm the world's greatest hacker
I didn't know you were a hooter
You're out of the computer
(What does 'a hooter' mean? It's a breast?)
(Yes)
I took you out of my heart with a roto-rooter
And I ran you over with my brand-new scooter
And I turned my head and I said
'You're out of the computer'
You're the world's worst programmer
And I'm the world's greatest hacker
You were the one I would die for
You were the one I would climb the sky for
You were my lover but you made me suffer
When you became the world's greatest surfer
Now you're out of the computer
You were sublime but you were offline with the online
Do I have to draw you a diorama?
You're the world's worst scammer
You're the world's worst slammer
I wish things could be smoother
But they couldn't be blacker
I'm the world's greatest hacker
I'm the world's greatest hijacker
I-I-I-I-I-I I'm the world's, world's greatest I-I-I-I
I'm the world's greatest hacker
And you're the world's worst
Limberger, I don't know, fuck it
I took away your key
I took away your mouse
I'm a turkey, I'm a louse
I threw you out of the house
And now you're out of the computer
And even if you yell 'I need a key!'
You ain't getting back
Cause you're out of the computer
I spent wonderful moments in your components
Get out of my memory
Get your digitals out of my modules
Get your mish-mosh out of my Macintosh
Or I'll hit you with a Swiss wristwatch
You showed them your modem
And as sure as my name is Yehuda
You're out of the computer
We were riding down the highway
When you began down my driveway
And you tried to sell me
A floppy of my biopsy
And a copy of my autopsy
You looked in my iris
And you gave me a virus
You took away my lap desk
You took away my website
You took away my disc drive
You took away my database
And you drove away with my jalopy
And you scrambled my scanner
And you took away my banner
You're the world's worst home shopper
You're the world's worst pornographer
And if you see me first, you say hello
And if I see you first, I'll say hello
(Hi, Hello, Hello, Hi)
Log off!
You're out of the computer
Credits
Writer(s): Howard E Rigberg, Gazingo Bingo
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