I remember when I was young,
the Net was just spun.
Come on you lazy dial-up!
Now there's a look in my eyes,
Like black holes in the sky.
Surfed on my lazy dial-up.
You were caught in collisions
of packets and broadband,
Flows like a steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway chatters,
Come on you spoofer, you spammer, end users, and surf!

You reached for the chatbox too soon,
You typed till the moon
shone on your crazy keyboard.
Threatened by shadows at night,
And exposed in the light.
Read all your crazy postings.
Well you wore out your welcome
With random percision,
Rode on the cyber broom.
Come on line gamer, you seer of visions,
Come on line stranger, you mailer, you surfer, and shine!