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| Happily Addicted to the Web |
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Sung to the tune of Winter Wonderland
Doorbell rings, I'm not list'nin', From my mouth, drool is glist'nin', I'm happy--although My boss let me go-- Happily addicted to the Web.
All night long, I sit clicking, Unaware time is ticking, There's beard on my cheek, Same clothes for a week, Happily addicted to the Web.
Friends come by; they shake me, Saying, Yo, man! Don't you know tonight's the senior prom? With a listless shrug, I mutter, No, man; I just discovered letterman-dot-com!
I don't phone, don't send faxes, Don't go out, don't pay taxes, Who cares if someday They drag me away? I'm happily addicted to the Web! |
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