| I don’t know what happened
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| The telephone rang and I answered
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| The man on the telephone told me my bill was past due
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| I told the man this wasn’t even my ‘phone
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| When over the line there came such a weird tone
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| Now I’m speaking to you from deep down inside someone’s computer
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| They don’t let me eat much
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| They basically feed me on numbers
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| I’m sorting out zip-codes and counting the cars in Beloit
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| I’m helping young Johnny learn geometry
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| But the devil he cares about rescuing me
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| Though he probably knows that I’m trapped deep inside his computer
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| I’m not alone — there’s a bunch of down here together
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| Clean-livin' folks who were trying to get by somehow
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| None of knows what the Sam Hill we did to deserve this
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| Each of us heard a mysterious tone and then powww…
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| I hate adding numbers
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| So guess what I’m doing forever
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| I’m running a mailing list dunning some dead-beats for Sears
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| I’d love to play Packman or Star Wars
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| But no, we’re too serious here — we’re all business
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| So I’m a Yuppie forever deep down inside someone’s computer
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| Now that I think of it, lots of my friends have gone missing
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| Do you suppose that it got ‘em the way it got me
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| Hard-working guys who were hard put to add on their fingers
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| Slaving their lives away, running somebody’s PC
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| Well I’m not gonna panic
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| I’m carefully taking my bearings
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| And one of these days when I’m ready I’m making my move
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| ‘Til then keep on watching your monitor screen
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| If you see some poor devil in blue, red and green
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| It’s just me I’m still trapped here deep down insid
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| e someone’s computer… puter…puter…puter…
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| It’s just me I’m still trapped here deep down inside someone’s computer |