Guest texts - Found on the Internet: Fido's songs.

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Track: specific.of.sound                
By: djz.hwc     
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        ZMH [ZeMeAsh] (In Memory of Alsou)      
                                        
                                        
 If the echomail does not go through,              
 The midnight spirit has died down,             
 If the point is all on edge,             
 So, ZMH has arrived.                  
 The flag is hanging - there are no restrictions on files,         
 Soap only light tonnage,            
 Ringing for tickets for a whole hour -         
 It's ZMH.                      
                                        
   The night you called     
   Unfortunately, I didn't sleep            
   And I saw how the frick lay down,          
   And the mail was coming.                         
 I didn’t cut off your connection,            
   But, of course, I could,         
   But I put it on hold              
   Swap.                                
                                        
 If the BBS is closed,                   
 For the animals there is a dull landscape,The connection with DOWNLOAD is nailed down -         
 Apparently, ZMH has arrived.                   
 Now wait almost until dawn,        
 At least give yourself a massage with beer.            
 So you look and summer will end,           
 And the evil ZMH will come.                   
                                        
   The night you called     
   Unfortunately, I didn't sleep            
   But I saw how the freak lay down,         
   And the mail went on and on.                    
   I didn’t cut off your connection,            
   But, of course, I could,         
   But I put it on hold              
   Swap.                                
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                        
              Hymn to Iron               
                                        
                                        
What is Cyrix? This is a stone.            
A stone without the possibility of acceleration.         
We drive Intel's directly with our bare hands    
Even if they are Selerons.                
                                        
What is ASUS? This is mom               
Better than SIS's and Tomat's.            
The coolest, but I'll tell you straight -
Overclocking it is always fraught.            
                                        
What's happenedRAMBUS? This is memory.           
Its prices are bastard.                 
It's the factory owners who are mocking us -    
Maliciously raising the yen exchange rate.              
                                        
What is Quantum? These are hards.           
But I can even swear:              
They have Fireballs, they have Bigfoots      
                             and Cheetahs -
But there is no one more reliable than Fujitsu.       
                                        
What is Voodoo? This is bullshit.             
In games, Riva is preferable.        
Matrox G400 - for true otakus -      
Those who love simple and beautiful.        
                                        
What is a Sportster? This is the remedy       
Access to Fido and the Internet.           
You can relax, dream and remember 
                                childhood,
Ending the song on this note...          
                                        
                                        
                                        
              Blue Giant            
                                        
                                        
Here is one of those stories                
that people argue about.                  
And not a year, not two, but 17 years!          
So which company is cooler?                
whose hardware is better?In our echo we found the answer a long time ago:       
                                        
Blue giant.                         
(Blue, blue...)                   
Blue giant.                         
(Blue, IBM...)                       
Not Compaq, not Dell, not Hewlett          
Only IBM!                             
Blue giant.                         
(Blue, blue...)                   
Blue giant.                         
(Blue, IBM...)                       
IBM - forex rulez!                   
Only IBM!                             
                                        
Let others install Epson,              
let Maxtor poison their souls             
We decided for ourselves a long time ago.           
Even if Samsung is cheaper,             
but Samsung is such a crapshoot!               
We will still love IBM!          
                                        
Blue giant.                         
(Blue, blue...)                   
Blue giant.                         
(Blue, IBM...)                       
We are extremely glad to see you!                  
Dear IBM!                              
Blue giant.                         
(Blue, blue...)                   
Blue giant.                         
(Blue, IBM...)                       
You are our only joy.                 
This is clear to everyone! Ten points             
                                        
                                        
 Ten points downloaded fileO,           
 One didn’t download - his boss is ours... tavo...
                                        
 One did not take the two-mega package,      
 The boss got angry - and there was no point.        
                                        
 One wrote an alias in the From: field,   
 The boss decided to say goodbye to him too.     
                                        
 Let's get the porn while it lasts!          
 They hung up the station - there were six of them...   
                                        
 Someone forgot to change En to Ash,        
 Less than a day later there were five of them left.   
                                        
 Someone crashed the pool all night,    
 Then he got tired of it and left.      
                                        
 Someone posted this locally!... 
 The boss did not approve - there were two of them left.     
                                        
 One has picked up a lot of advantages,      
 His boss for five years read only       
                                 droveThe latter, out of boredom, became a swap       
                               throw.
 He had to say goodbye to FidoNet. 
                                        
 So there were no more people on the node.     
 ABOUT! I'm still here! Yes, I am present       
                                like...
                                        
                                        
                                        
            Confession of a Fidoshnik          
                                        
                                        
There's only one thing left for me to do                
The "Start" button, and the modem whistles.         
Notoriety has spread                
Why am I a HABNIK, and offtopic.             
                                        
Oh, what a funny loss                 
There are many such losses in the echo               
I'm ashamed that I didn't trust the chest of drawers,        
And now I have a plus.               
                                        
I got some compacts on Wednesday,            
There is a Mazdaya stamp on them.              
Vinfossil and T-soap with Golded            
I wanted to get married on a screw...           
                                        
Let them not come true, let them not come true    
These thoughts are on a clear day.                 
But since there were bugs in the software          
So there were some features in it.I uninstalled Windows and thought:                
Unerase won't help now               
And I got dirty and freaked out                 
Despite the Error Device               
                                        
And now in front of naked DOS              
Going with him to another land.           
I conjure you by the Lord Boss,           
Everyone who was with me in the echo:           
                                        
So that for all the doubts here         
"Grace" to Microsoft              
They put me on hold, a sinner          
Under the icons, die...                
                                        
                                        
                                        
              Mastday'95                
                                        
                                        
    When I felt really bad,        
    And I installed Chikaku,               
    This verse struck me -         
    I’m writing before I forget:              
                                        
    Over the awesome Vindyara              
    The Mastdais have been steaming for a long time,           
    And with a long-term steam          
    They hit every window...              
                                        
    And now she's readyIt has already come to me for screwing,          
    Installed my new Desktop        
    And my Boot Manager was demolished           
                                        
    Why do you need such a topic? -            
    Bill asks with aplomb           
    Now there is only one system:     
    Forget about the rest!           
                                        
    If you want to use this bestiality,     
    Then Mastdyke can't stand here.      
    See the manual for more details,       
    Volume seven page forty five        
                                        
    Just think, well, the statement -         
    He wants to kick everyone for free...     
    But I decided that nothing -            
    And he sent him far away!                
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                        
         Dedicated to my modem       
                                        
                                        
Late hour, half past twelve,          
120 cps,                                
The night is dark                             
like Norton without stars.                   
Somewhere there the situation is nervous,          
ATS does not sleep -                        
Here we go again Carrier lost.Chorus:                                 
Smooth decline                        
Just to zero.                        
Reflection in the filter                     
Two burning eyes...                    
You're far away, BBS,                         
Even though the carrier has disappeared,                 
But even Busy can't stop me     
Connect again                       
And somehow maintain the connection,           
To finally rewrite the damned file! 
                                        
The night is long, like the server loading,      
a sysop is sleeping somewhere,                      
To COM ports                             
hundreds of beats are knocking.                     
Well, I'm pumping out from the north               
some file to flop,                  
For the screw                                
it's been packed for a long time.                        
                                        
Chorus.                                 
                                        
                                        
                                        
                Take your time                
                                        
                                        
 Don't rush to bury Fido.           
 And Fido still has things to do                 
 And the nodes have a ton of points             
 And I wanted to drink beer.             
                                        
Don’t rush to show off your mastdyke          
You have to torture her first            
One by one you need to delete the files            
so that Windows dies hard               
                                        
Don't rush to close that window.          
The window in which gold shines             
And write to the local area, dear           
And read NimOg FiltereEd            
                                        
Don't rush to love Mastdyka.         
Don't count the glitches by the day            
If we don't kill Mastday today       
Then Windows will destroy you tomorrow.         
                                        
Don't rush to bury Fido.            
And Fido still has things to do                    
And the nodes have a ton of points              
And I wanted to drink beer.              
                                        
                                        
                                        
        DOS that Mike built      
                                        
                                        
Here's the DOS that Mike built!         
And this is ASCII - a table of secret characters,    
Which is stored in memory somewhere        
In DOSеe, which Mike built.And this is NC in a white and blue uniform,           
Which was once launched under DOS,     
They forgot the Russian "r" from the table in it,    
Which is stored in memory somewhere        
In DOSеe, which Mike built.         
                                        
But the residents are jumping like tits,        
At least one of them is good to drink          
                            screws up -
NC will jam in a white and blue uniform,        
Which was once launched under DOS,     
In which they forgot about the "r" from the table,    
Which is stored in memory somewhere        
In DOSеe, which Mike built.         
                                        
And this is the file installed on the hard drive,    
Which of course is infected with something,      
The same resident is jumping from him,  
Who will scold something there,     
Which will jam the Commander in uniform,   
Which was once launched under DOS,     
In which they forgot about the "r" from the table,    
Which is stored in memory somewhere        
In DOSеe, which Mike built.         
                                        
But AIDSTEST is like an important minister, 
He has an infected file and wants to clean everything, 
Which is connected to his hard drive,   
Which of course is infected with something,      
The same resident is jumping from him,  
Who will scold something there,     
Which will jam the Commander in uniform,   
Which was once launched under DOS,     
In which they forgotabout the "r" from the table,    
Which is stored in memory somewhere        
In DOSеe, which Mike built.         
                                        
Here's autoexec (that's what they call it),        
Which AIDSTEST launches,       
Who puffs like an important minister  
Which file wants to be found and cleaned,   
Which is connected to his hard drive,   
Which of course is infected with something,      
The same resident is jumping from him,  
Who will scold something there,     
Which will jam the Commander in uniform,   
Which was once launched under DOS,     
In which they forgot about the "r" from the table,    
Which is stored in memory somewhere        
In DOSеe, which Mike built.         
                                        
But command.com, infected beyond measure, 
After all, it’s TSRyos who are doing dirty tricks on him,         
It performs autoexec on itself,        
Which AIDSTEST launches,       
Who puffs like an important minister  
Which file you want to find and clean,   
Which is connected to his hard drive,   
Which of course is infected with something,      
The same resident is jumping from him,  
Who will scold something there,     
Which will jam the Commander in uniform,   
Which was once launched under DOS,     
In which they forgot about the "r" from the table,    
Which is stored in memory somewhere        
In DOSеe, which Mike built.Autumn                 
                                        
                                        
 The light from your window                 
 went out for me                         
 I installed the axle                        
 And it didn't matter                      
 is there internet                       
 Main Fido                           
                                        
 Dos, version 7.0, baby Microsoft       
 Doesn't call anymore                        
 Glitch, let go of my computer, Windows is worn out,
 And it doesn't call anymore, it doesn't call, it doesn't call anymore  
                                        
 Autumn, autumn,                          
 The computer froze and reset the program,            
 And my crazy phone is switched off           
 Fossil, fossil, well, let's ask the boss,
 Where is it, mail, eternal mail.             
                                        
 Percent 166th overclocked frozen          
 And the coprocessor has gone sour,                    
 This axle is forever, it won’t let you down
 And the naked grandfather will sing:                     
                                        
 [chorus...]                            
 Where is it, mail, eternal mail A song about a lamer           
                                        
                                        
You came to the terminal class again    
It is unknown for what fun.            
I flicked the switch ten times,       
The Winchester groaned, recognizing you.         
                                        
  Prov: The terminal displays absurdity,         
        Overloaded to the limit       
        And the cars will be demolished for repairs,       
        Which you were sitting behind.          
                                        
Then you straighten your hair with your hand,         
Then you look around flirtatiously,          
You can't hit the key,        
Then you press on eight pieces at once.       
                                        
  Pr-v.                                 
                                        
Then you’ll ruin your program again,        
Then you start hitting it with your fist,     
And the processor trembles all night,   
Because you will come again tomorrow.   
                                        
  Pr-v: The display will display absurdity again,    
        Overloaded to the limit       
        And the cars will be demolished for repairs,       
        Which you were sitting behind.I see a shadow at an angle,            
        Red bank with a strip of silt,     
        THERE IS SAND ON THE KEYBOARD AGAIN,      
        YOU PROBABLY WALKED ON IT!!!     
                                        
                                        
                                        
            Song about Windows             
                                        
                                        
Should I sing a song about Windows?       
Should I install OS/2?                
Format your screw you say           
And run it all your life - ndd              
                                        
My computer freezes - for the thousandth time 
There are hundreds of glitches in my program      
I remembered Bill Gates, he's a homosexual  
Even my best friend won't help me         
                                        
And I'll install FreeBSD for myself               
Lots of features, compiler - that's it        
Smiling and saying: “How cool”  
I'll hug you - you're right.               
                                        
I'll write a poem about Windows               
It's just that my computer is acting up         
And the propeller fell... everything is fucked          
Maybe next time, but now in dev/null Song about Norton           
                                        
                                        
What is Norton - this is the sky             
The sky is blue on the screen                  
The NC catalog is chock-full of viewers     
Norton, I haven't been with you for a long time          
    Norton, I would like to run the file       
    Norton, I would like to stop trembling       
    In so tired sweaty hands         
    Norton - my risk and fear           
What is Norton - this is Petya             
Created a cool shell                  
For the convenience of users, everything is on white    
                                   light
He stuck various gadgets into her            
    Norton - you're a great guy         
    Creating a file is not difficult      
    Then you can launch it           
    And calmly kill                    
What is Norton - two panels           
In them, programs are built in columns      
And why do you need Windows with their filthy mice?
With Norton you wouldn't have any grief           
    Grateful to good fate            
 Norton, what did I know about you           
    Norton, my old commander         
    Norton - you are the whole worldSong about Mastday hares       
                                        
                                        
In the friendly FIDO grid, semi-aspens are plowing,   
And the Windows sorcerers are constantly being criticized by rumors...     
Barrels of beer were rolled onto Sisopka Point  
And at the same time they chanted strange words:     
                                        
  Chorus:                               
                                        
And for us - in half, and for us - in half,       
And we are not afraid of Gates and IBM!           
We have the grid, at our postal hour    
We use a modem at stations.             
                                        
And the Windows sorcerers hang quietly in the fog,   
And they don’t fit on LINUX curved cars.    
The sysops drink beer, pour it into glasses, 
And when they get home, they’ll kill someone’s fae...
                                        
  Chorus.                               
                                        
And for us - in half, and for us - in half,       
For a fidoshnik there are no worldly problems.      
The node will be the one who is in which year       
At the booze shops he serves beer for everyone.         
                                        
And for us - in half, and for us - in half,       
And give us that vile rumor.             
Let's stand on our feet for once now -       
All the sysops will be trin-grass for us. About the programmer             
                                        
                                        
You pour vodka                      
And you dilute it with beer,                    
You just forget                    
What are you doing, ruff                        
And these three hundred grams                    
For a simple programmer                   
Give tanker armor                     
And the intelligence of a hedgehog!                       
                                        
IT'S BEGINNING!!!                    
Suddenly the monitor explodes                
And the letters crumble                       
And they fall on the table.                       
And the printer curses                    
And the drive bites                     
And it's called                        
You invented the virus                        
                                        
But it's not scary                   
And in hand-to-hand combat                    
Format stunned                      
You fight the virus                     
All wounds will go away overnight                
And you will wake up early...                 
But I'm drunk on the computer                 
Don't sit down anymore.The networks are spread wide          
                                        
                                        
The nets are spread wide                
Every fool sends files to them,          
And it's useful before the deadline,                 
And just in time, darkness begins.               
                                        
“Comrade, three files in a row are gone!” -
The programmer said to the programmer.        
CapsLock and HD indicator are on           
And they delight the soul of a sadist.                  
                                        
“Have you copied the toy from the network again?       
The boss is unhappy with you!              
We need to demolish the program for Lozinsky,     
He will give you medicine if you are sick."         
                                        
I left Norton, but Norton didn’t,     
His eyes grew dim,             
Managed to reach the reset button        
And I realized: the work was finished.              
                                        
The customer waits in vain for new programs,  
It's in vain that the bosses are angry...           
And viruses continue to run through networks,         
And their authors are having fun!Like Alsou "Fidoshny Dream"        
                                        
                                        
Stars turn into pluses            
The exclamator will arrive soon.               
If I don't glow in the echo,                
This means the end has come for me.             
                                        
The boss looks at me angrily,            
And he wants to hit POLICY.              
I'll have to drink beer               
To fill KoMod's face...             
                                        
  chorus                                
                                        
On the day I dreamed of you,     
I passed out at the computer.                   
In RU.SEX mesagu wrote                
By myself, by myself.                             
                                        
I asked a question there:                 
“Should I turn off the lamp or not?”            
And I received it from KoMod                    
Hello.                                 
                                        
                                        
The joke also has problems -              
The chicken laid an egg                    
Grandfather doesn't care about this -                  
So spring has come.                
                                        
Maybe the blizzards are to blameMaybe I drank the wrong beer,                 
But I'm in Ridonly for weeks -              
I'm waiting for winter to come.               
                                        
                                        
                                        
On the day when the Windows flew off,        
I didn't pick them up.                
I kicked them with my feet -                  
They can't escape.                          
                                        
And I broke all the glass                 
In the ninety-fifth window...               
What a pity that it was only a dream       
I...                                  
                                        
                                        
Fossil, strange, mysterious,         
GoldEd, darling, the only one,            
Soap...                                 
                                        
I will become kind, sweet, gentle,            
I'll learn the rules in echoes...                 
                                        
                                        
When the base fell off the squish,              
You cried for a long time at the computer,                
You thought it was a terrible virus -         
Windows - Windows - Windows...                
                                        
And in vain I’m downloading mail again                 
At night, in complete silence -               
Nobody will write anymore              
I...Quiet in FIDO                
                                        
                                        
It’s quiet in FIDO, but Momed isn’t sleeping.      
Momed is calling, but there is still no connection,       
So momed is not sleeping.                    
                                        
It’s quiet in FIDO, but the sysop isn’t sleeping.      
The sysop broke his forehead on the keyboard,          
So the sysop doesn’t sleep.                    
                                        
It’s quiet in FIDO, but the points don’t sleep.     
P#$dy received points from the boss,         
So the points don't sleep                    
                                        
It's quiet in FIDO, but the hackers aren't sleeping.    
Internet cracker was downloaded yesterday,             
That's why hackers don't sleep.                  
                                        
It’s quiet in FIDO, only the chest of drawers is not sleeping.      
Cleans the chest of drawers with his plus meter,             
So the chest of drawers is not sleeping.                    
                                        
Quiet in FIDO, only Fasta is not sleeping,      
Forty packages left to de-wrinkle...        
So Fasta hung.                    
                                        
It’s quiet in FIDO, but Golded is not sleeping.     
Golded writes a reply to messages,So Golded is not sleeping.                   
                                        
It’s quiet in FIDO, but T-fix is ​​not sleeping.      
Points subscribed to CRIMEA.MIX,       
So T-fix doesn't sleep.                    
                                        
Quiet in FIDO, but SU.GAME is not sleeping     
Lamers in the echo started a flame,             
So SU.GAME is not sleeping                   
                                        
Quiet in FIDO, only NC is not sleeping,         
Why is he not sleeping, ask him yourself,      
After all, he is NC.                       
                                        
Quiet in FIDO, only Bill Gates is awake  
Gates feels like he's going to die soon,      
So Bill Gates is awake.               
                                        
                                        
                                        
                Flee                  
                                        
                                        
Run away, Bill Gates is waiting for us in the gateway,
He wants to put us on Windows,            
the axle shaft has already lost its charms,         
debugger in swap, and all viruses sleep.      
It's just you and me left           
                             tearing to pieces
a couple of simple and young guys. Leak away 
                                        
Flee, he will cut me in Yuyu,int13 will lose control...              
                                        
                                        
                                        
              Fidosh punk             
                                        
                                        
From the collective farm youth                   
I was the only one who linked                    
According to Moscow BBC                    
my youth is gone                    
My daddy on the EU                   
punched cards                      
And mommy every day                    
went to the astral plane.                  
                                        
I'm as vigorous as a chest of drawers                    
Don't put your finger in my mouth.              
I shine like a Japanese                     
Three-inch drive.                  
The first user on the board,                   
I have AKA in FIDE,                      
E-e-e-e-e! They know it everywhere!               
                                        
The moderator puts pros and                
shakes his head                         
Because the whole echo                   
I yell: “Mazday sucks!”               
Girls despise me                    
for the origin of swearing                     
They're barking at me locally,                 
they say: "Go home!"I'm as vigorous as Bill Gay,                 
I found out his email.                     
I sent him a request:                 
"Swap me from Chicago!"              
The first DOOMer in the village,                  
No luck with BFG                       
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! What a waste!               
                                        
Fuck it, I'll give up sysopism,               
and I'll go to the city                        
They will accept me as one of their own there,               
all fidoshniks are brothers!                 
On "Komtek" with a tank                 
I'll come with Zhigulevsky beer                 
What will please you immensely,                   
the entire Russian Fida.                    
                                        
I am a vigorous coolizop,                     
I hate rap and pop.                     
I love heavy metal                     
And I don’t know the word “Stop!”                 
I'm the first guy online                 
I have NT.                        
E-and-and-and-and-and! Maybe demolish it?              
                                        
                                        
                                        
   What is suxxx and what is rulezzz  
                                        
                                        
  The teapot wrote in the echoAnd asked, worried                   
 -What is it, brothers, Sux-x-x            
  And what is Rulez-z-z???            
  Fidosh people are crazy                   
  Choking from laughter                      
  Chu! Let's go flaming now            
  We'll have fun!                     
  You drove everyone to tears, -              
  Really, I'm not Chekhov,                  
  And the answer to your question                
  I place it in the echo.                        
                                        
 -If the tosser tears up the mail                
 There will be a lot of hemorrhoids                  
  With software and modem                    
  But believe me, old man -              
  Problems are solved.                     
  If your beer                     
  Pump up your boss                       
  This can immediately remove                 
  Many questions.                       
  Listen to what I say -              
  The main thing is not this.                     
  Learn to behave                    
  Otherwise they will die!                
  At first modestly, quietly                
  Take a good look around                  
  Don't write too much                  
  But keep the conversation going.                   
  Change the letter "EN" to "ASH"              
  Understand the jargon                   
  To not be in society              
  The black sheep.                        
  Know thatmain person                
  In echo - moderator                     
 He holds it in his hands               
  Plus generator!                      
  If suddenly he's on you                 
  I ran over for no reason,                    
  Don't lose your temper                   
  Don't rush to answer                    
  Did he trample on your rights?                 
  Remember point one:             
  The moderator is always right!              
  And you're probably wrong...               
  Read Fido Policy                     
  If you don't need it, don't freak out                 
  You will frack in ZMH -                
  They will make you a cripple!                      
  Try to avoid                   
  Disputes about politics                     
  In this area you                   
  Don't escape criticism                    
  Can't you tell the difference?                 
  Nazism from fascism                    
  But take it seriously                  
  On the problems of programming.             
 Learn one thing firmly                     
  And you won't be a sucker:                    
  Programming in SI is good            
  It's bad in Pascal!                   
  If you write in SI                  
  Be at least thrice lame                
  They say about this:                   
  He is a cool programmer!               
  There is also such a moment -To blather on the topic                   
  OPERATIONAL               
  Choose a system.                       
  Remember - and then                  
  Avoid the pitfall:                     
  Under the axle shaft - good                  
  But under Windows it’s bad!                
  If they ask -                        
  What are you drinking?                         
  Answer without frowning:                   
  Beer in a barrel is Sux-x-x,           
  Beer in the belly - Rulez-z-z!!!           
  I can still do a lot                      
 Give you advice                    
  But questions, as always               
  More than answers.                   
  Tiny Point turned on the modem           
  And Antokha sang:                       
 -We feel good in FIDO...              
  And on the Internet it’s bad!                    
                                        
                                        
                                        
          I love you, DOS             
                                        
                                        
I love you, DOS,                       
Which in itself is not new.             
I love you, DOS,                       
I love you again and again.             
                                        
  PUSH AX                               
  PUSH BXI walk home from work tired.              
  I love you DOS                    
 And I want you to become better.         
                                        
I have been given a lot:                        
List of Lists and EXE file format        
I have known for a long time                      
Selfless friendship with INTamu            
                                        
  In the ringing of every day                   
  How happy I am that I have no peace, -   
  From XT-shki to Stump                      
  I want to stay with you...          
                                        
As AVP sings:                          
twilight, "File Cured..." at dawn   
and hang up my glitch                      
This is a great Pentium                
                                        
   We'll crawl with him again             
   Virus warning and code blockages          
   There will be bugs later                     
   and P6 will repeat everything all over again            
                                        
Oh, how the Fats fly                      
We are sad, marking up the hard drive       
DOS, you remember VSAFE.                  
That he died, damn it, protecting you           
                                        
       So link and commit             
       In the trumpet sounds of the BEERa melody   
       I love you, DOS,And I hope it's NOT WINDOWS    
                                        
                                        
                                        
         Internet Explorer 5.0          
                                        
                                        
I didn't read my mail today           
Today the modem beeps so painfully          
I saw the installer start       
My soul is crying                         
                                        
Why are you turning on Active Desktop for me?   
Why are you installing your Outlook for me?       
Why did you ruin all of Windows?           
I'm already in pain                        
                                        
What a pain, what a pain                   
Internet Explorer 5.0                   
What a pain, what a pain                   
Internet Explorer 5.0                   
                                        
It hurts me to look out the window at the sky      
On white clouds on blue              
Like the Windows startup logo           
I close my eyes                        
                                        
I close my eyes and see                 
                      Netscape Navigator
I see my favorite sites in it         
I see JPEGu beautiful women          
Their faces are sadWhat a pain, what a pain                   
Internet Explorer 5.0                   
What a pain, what a pain                   
Internet Explorer 5.0                   
                                        
I forgive him the fat installer        
I forgive him all his mistakes               
I forgive the whole world laughter and fun      
Even those who are on Linux                  
                                        
So turn it on, turn it on for me              
                          Active Desktop
So give me your Outlook     
Enough disk space for everything            
Enough for now                         
                                        
What a pain, what a pain                   
Internet Explorer 5.0                   
What a pain, what a pain                   
Internet Explorer 5.0