A sad tale of doomed love on the 'net.
To the tune of Leader of the Pack, by the Shangri La's
Is she really going out with him?
Yeah, I don't know, there she is
Let's ask her
Betty? Is that Johnny's shirt you're wearing?
Hey, it must be fun IRCing with him
Yeah, is he coming online after work today?
By the way, where'd you meet him?
I met him at the local Con
He turned around and smiled at me
Do you get the picture?
Yes, we see
That's when I fell for my weedy little geek
My friends were always calling him names
They said that he was
Scrawny and strange
(He was so strange)
They told me he was weird
But I loved his straggly beard
That's why I fell for my weedy little geek
One day my boss went to my PC
Replaced my Red Hat with Windows ME
He told me that I must comply
And all I could do was cry
I didn't betray you, my weedy little geek
Well, he sort of :-)'d and *kiss*ed me goodbye
And the tears began to fall
And as he /quitted on that dreadful night
I begged him not to go
But whether he heard me I'll never know
Log on, log on, oh log on!
I felt so helpess, what could I do?
I've uninstalled AIM and lost ICQ
At work they all stop and stare
I can't hide my tears but I don't care
I'll never forget him my weedy little geek...
My weedy little geek, but now he's gone...