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THE LAMENT OF THE COMPUTER WIDOW (Holly Tannen) John Anderson, my jo, John I wonder what you mean To sit awake so late the noo At that Macintosh machine You'll bleerit a yer een, John Oh why do you do so? Come sooner tae your bed at e'en John Anderson, my jo John Anderson, my jo, John When that you first began You had as good a tail-tree As any other man But noo its waxen wan, John And wrinkles to and fro- I blame it on that Macintosh John Anderson, my jo, And oh, its a fine thing To have twelve megabytes But its a muckle finer thing To see yer hurdies fyke To see yer hurdies fyke, John And strike the rising blow Tis then I like yer system tools John Anderson, my jo I'm backit like the salmon I'm breestit like the swan My wame it is a dovecote My middle you may span From topknot tae my tail, John I'm like the new-fa'en snow And you can't say that o' your Macintosh John Anderson, my jo Copyright Holly Tannen @parody @bawdy @computer @love @Scottish filename[ JOHNAND2 TUNE FILE: JOHNAND CLICK TO PLAY SOF |
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