Computer Age from FREE by Lex Zaleta

COMPUTER AGE


He’s nearly bald
And nearly fifty.
His love life’s stalled;
His eyes are shifty.

Moments later,
At the old keyboard,
This dashing dater’s
Stocks have soared.
You might say he’s
The mouse that roared.
Yeah, you might say he's
The mouse that roared.

Don’t you just love this computer age?
Don’t like your life, load another page.
Backspace and delete all your mistakes.
Invent your bio, it’s all the rage.

A keystroke here,
And a pixel there;
Minimize years,
Maximize hair.

Yeah, his hair grows back,
And his eyes grow bright.
This computer hack’s
Found love at first byte.
His home’s a love shack -
At least for tonight.
Yeah, his home's a love shack -
At least for tonight.

Don’t you just love this computer age?
Don’t like your life, load another page.
Backspace and delete all your mistakes.
Invent your bio, it’s all the rage.
Now, you can act your computer age.
Now, you can act your computer age.
Now, you can act your computer age.

Log in, log out,
He loves his hard drive.
He begins to shout;
Now, he feels alive.

Tomorrow night,
He’ll booty up again.
By the monitor’s light,
He’s a ladies’ man.
This computer captain’s
Chip has come in.
This computer captain's
Chip has come in.

Copyright © 2004 Lex Zaleta

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