“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 girl friend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bites
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A cursor used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road.
Cut you did with a pocket knife
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider’s home
And virus was the flu.
I guess I’ll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
I hear nobody’s been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens, they’ll wish they were dead.”