(instrumental opening)

Sitting at the desk with computer.
Wearing T-shirt and my sweatpants.
It isn't a Mac, it's just a Thinkpadding pack.
You know, the dial-up don't give me a chance.

Type, you know it ain't easy.
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going
they're gonna triple-one me.

Coming up with tunes trashing Dubya.
Policies he's got are insane.
Johnny D called to say
"You can make it okay
you can get Merry and Pippin to explain."

Type, you know it ain't easy.
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going
they're gonna triple-one me.

Drove from politics to swipe Paris Hilton.
Pretend I'm evil for parodies.
They said, "Hey Bernard, why you love Paris so hard?"
"I" said, "I'm only trying to get me some piece!"

Type, you know it ain't easy.
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going
they're gonna triple-one me.

Saving all these ditties on a shaky disk.
Computer runs like it's from charity.
Last night, the Elf said
"Poor boy, you're so dead
if you don't love me deep down in your soul!"
Schwing!

So I write one and it's sent to Wyoming.
Gift certificates for some swag.
The parodists said
"She's gone to his head!"
For Arwen, I will still click-and-drag!

Type, you know it ain't easy.
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going
they're gonna triple-one me.

Caught the early game by the Yankees.
Loving their offensive attack.
I cannot forget
I still hate the Mets.
It's good to have the Red Sox far back!

Type! You know it ain't easy.
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going
they're gonna triple-one me.
The way things are going
they're gonna triple-one me!

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