I remember way back in the good old days,
when geeks were only made by the games they played.
Three-hundred bucks blown at a Star Trek convention
was all you had to do to be in contention
for Geek of the Year. The winner gets a prize
of a fifty dollar certificate at Geeks Supplies.
Where you can get a slide rule or pocket protector.
Or an eight-by-ten, autographed, black and white picture
of a chick who played a love-sick yeoman
and died five minutes into the show, man.
Pointdexter knockin boots, man what is next?
I can't see the mother-fuckers at a booty fest.
Call up Amanda, get the wine flowin
cause cable TV has got the movie Dune showing.
Now I sit and watch and the Magic Card tourney.
What the fuck is going on, do my eyes decieve me?
A sea of flannel, guys with earrings.
Where are all the skinny, little dweebs with their craniums steaming?
There's a boy in the corner who even brought a chick.
Watch his man clean up the tourney then suck his geek dick.
Father's bring sons to the wussy jamboree.
Someone please tell me, when did geeks start to breed?
Pointdexter knockin boots, man what is next?
I can't see the mother-fuckers at a booty fest.
Call up Amanda, get the wine flowin
cause cable TV has got the movie Dune showing.
DOOM...the new one's just out.
Boot up the hard drive and kick the kids out.
See ya next week when I've had my fill
of this fantasy life, then we can get busy, til
the break of dawn, all night long,
big and strong, just like I was Long Dong.
Pointdexter knockin boots, man what is next?
I can't see the mother-fuckers at a booty fest.
Call up Amanda, get the wine flowin
cause cable TV has got the movie Dune showing.
That's right, I'm changing my ways. Don't wanna be the dope, super-freak.
Gonna hang up my mic and go the way of the geek.
Spend all my free time at fantasy card shows.
Walkin round the mall, quoting prose
from Allister Crowley, the Satanic fucker.
Then call up my ho simply just to tell her
to get out the condoms or the pregnancy test.
Cause tonight we take part in a Pointdexter Booty Fest.
Pointdexter knockin boots, man what is next?
I can't see the mother-fuckers at a booty fest.
Call up Amanda, get the wine flowin
cause cable TV has got the movie Dune showing.
© 1996 Smegma Records