Shakespeare said my often rumination
Wraps me in a most humorous sadness
Well here we are, the age of information
Talkin' to myself
I don't have a computer
But I still got my sense of humour
It keeps me guesin'
An' leaves me room to make a fool of myself.

Today I met my old friend Yellow Hammer
An' I asked for a few bars of 'a little bit of bread and no cheese'
Well he just looked at me and shrugged his shoulders
An' flew up in the trees
'I've bin programmed' he said
'They fixed me a computer'
An' I can give you anythin' you like; anythin'
except the one you like.

Our Sandra's joined the middle class
An' left me on me own
She says I think too much, an' it's not healthy
An' I should go out an' get a computer
Then everything would be alright
An' she'd have me back home again
Ah, Sandra.

Jesus where are you? Can't you see I need some help?
This world I'm in's gone crazy
Can't you see I need your help?
I don't wanna computer, I don't wanna computer
They can't make me have a computer, can they?
All I want, All I want ...