I can't remember back that day,
when I first knew the Y2K,
but something touched me anyway,
the day the computers died.

So bye bye to the next digit of Pi,
ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry.
Them good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies,
saying this will be the day that I retire.
This will be the day that I retire.

Do you believe in Compaq's goals,
can software save your mortal soul,
and can you teach me how to type real slow?

I was a lonely teen-age Unix hack
with an incantation and a modem jack,
but I knew the cat had left the sack
the day the computers died.

And while Bill Gates was looking pleased,
TIME stole his monopolies.
The courtroom was adjourned.
No verdict was returned.

And as the ball climbed high into the night,
to call the sacrificial night,
I saw Dick Clark laughing with delight
the day the computers died.

I went down to the software store,
where I'd seen computers years before,
but the man there said the games wouldn't play.

And the three things I connect to most:
The Website, LAN and the Network host,
every single one was toast
the day the computers died...