He’s a scourge to companies
That have urged machinery.
He’s a scourge that they don’t love. . .
Like to purge this scourge. . .a shove
He ain’t fine in their mind,
Don’t deserve love.

It’s industry moves; he ain’t understood;
He just doesn’t get it—’neath perm is wood.

Spreading scourge is anarchy,
Spreading scourge to companies,
Spreading scourge, it ain’t to love,
Got to purge—view from above.
He ain’t fine in their mind,
Don’t deserve love.

Everywhere he goes, there’s fear and dread
In those who keep the books—they’re seeing red.

He’s a scourge to companies
That have urged machinery.
He’s a scourge they’d like to shove,
Give a hurl from roof above.
He ain’t fine in their mind,
Don’t deserve love.

Now that they know, they are feeling the fright,
Up things he’ll blow or else set them alight.

He’s a scourge, and every day
There’s more nerds see things his way
Since this scourge became their bud. . .
Wish this scourge were just a dud.

He ain’t fine in their mind—
He’s a scourge, Ludd.*


* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ned_Ludd