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    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.

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    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 ...

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