| The reason that I signed up Is the reason that I hate it I know she’s made her mind up I just don’t know how she’s made it And my dial-up screen has locked me Into a touch tone tune monotony
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| Because some snot-nosed pube has blocked me out
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| And I wait
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| And I wait
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| And I hate my frickin ISP
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| He ain’t got go bandwidth left for me And I’ll never get back
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| Never get back the time that I waste
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| That’s what I hate
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| My job’s so hard to swallow
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| But it’s got me by the collar
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| In some Motel 6 squalor
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| Where every local call’s a dollar
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| I got no time left to jack off
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| I got a deadline that won’t back off
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| I’m about to chew my own leg off
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| Cause it’s so late
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| And I’m late
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| And I hate my frickin ISP
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| I get bumped for inactivity
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| And I’ll never get back
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| Never get back the time that I waste
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| That’s what I hate
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| It rained CD roms that gave me Twenty hours free
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| I let my service provider
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| Make a junky outta me And then he cut me off
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| From my online community
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| And now I hate, I hate it I hate I hate I hate I hate
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| I hate my frickin ISP
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| His domain name lookup takes eternity
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| etc…
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| Na na na na na |