A computer was something on TV From a science-fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things And that really mega bytes. An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A cursor used profanity
A keyboard was a piano. Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3-in. floppy
You hoped nobody found out. Compress was something you did to the garbage
Not something you did to a file
And if you unzipped anything in public
Youd be in jail for a while. Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a backup happened to your commode. Cut you did with a pocket knife
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spiders home
And a virus was the flu. I guess Ill stick to my pad and paper And the memory in my head I hear nobodys been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens they wish they were dead.