And being a Tech monkey...a few songs..
Starfishies
The Sex Pistols - Anarchy in The UK
Right, Click, Hahahahaha
I am your tech support
I am your last resort
Don't know what you've done
But I know how to fix it
Don't' wanna rebuild registry
Cause I do not like starfishies
No caps lock key
Starfishes in the USA
They call me sometimes, daily
Don't care about time
Call the data line
My futile scream cuz there's no more cream
Cause I, I do not like starfishies
New York City!
How many techs said "Can't fix what you want"?
Mess with the best
Die like the rest
I have no M. C. P.
I use common sense
Cause I do not like starfishies
Is there any more coffee?
You have MCSE?
Or are you a CNE?
Or are you a DBA?
I thought you were a starfishie
and just another (l)user
Another pot of black coffee.
I do not like starfishies
And I do not like starfishies
And I do not like starfishies
You know what i mean?
And I wanna kill all starfish
Again I'm pissed
DESTROY!
Kiss from a Starfish
(Originally Kiss from a Rose, by Seal)
There used to be a decent Techie who sat next to me
He became the ideal I wanted to be
Truth is that talent's what kills, not the LART
But did you know that by the phone
My eyes become large
And the truth that you told can't be seen?
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from the Black Widow death
Ooh, the more I hear from you, the stranger it sounds yeah
Now that your lie's in full bloom
My head hits the dent in my desk
There's just so much a tech can tell you
So much he can say
You remain my death grip, my starfish, my pain
Baby, To me, you're like a growing
cancer that I can't deny
Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
But did you know that by the phone
My eyes become large
And the truth that you told can't be seen?
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from the Black Widow death
Ooh, the more I hear from you, the stranger it sounds yeah
Now that your lie's in full bloom
My head hits the dent in my desk
I've been kissed by the starfish of Death
I've been kissed by the starfish of Death
And if I should LART, will it all go away?
There's just so much a tech can tell you
So much he can say
You remain my death grip, my starfish, my pain
Baby, To me, you're like a growing
cancer that I can't deny
Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
But did you know that by the phone
My eyes become large
And the truth that you told can't be seen?
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from the Black Widow death
Ooh, the more I hear from you, the stranger it sounds yeah
Now that your lie's in full bloom
My head hits the dent in my desk
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I hate them all
