Oh, a dick was Sugar Mountain—
screwed his partners from a Harvard dorm room.
Just about twenty was Sugar Mountain
when some of his colleagues, relatively doomed;
they’re relatively doomed.

An annoyance on the Square,
he was good with software.
His lack of ethics was bad,
and his social life was sad.

Oh, a prick was Sugar Mountain—
screwed his partners from that Harvard dorm room.
Just about twenty was Sugar Mountain.
Shortly after that, the conception went “boom!”
The conception went “boom!”

To his girlfriend he was vile,
rarely engendered a smile.
Never one to Sugar-coat
his thoughts, which were far from rote.

Boastful dick was Sugar Mountain—
screwed his partners with élan from his room.
Just about twenty was Sugar Mountain
He wasn’t friendly—in fact, frosty as a tomb,
as frosty as a tomb.

Some friends were robbed of their shares,
but who says that life is fair?
Who could forgive and forget
one who backstabs yet don’t fret?

Gross yet slick was Sugar Mountain—
screwed his partners with élan from his room.
Just about twenty was Sugar Mountain.
Not long after that, legal proceedings loom,
a legal case would loom.

After that, he felt alone,
knocked out of his comfort zone.
But he soon resumed with zeal—
it paid off big time to steal.

Oh so rich is Sugar Mountain;
the old tartness, it seems, lessened to bloom.
Yet each stroke entry on Sugar Mountain’s
site is recorded, and you’re tracked room to room;
for your data you’re groomed.