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Well, his cattle each have numbers
And they all eat in a line
When he turns the floodlights on each night
Of course the herd looks perfect!
Computer Cowboy.

Well, he rides the range 'til midnight
And the wild coyotes yowl
As he trots beneath the floodlights
And of course the rhythm is perfect!
Computer Cowboy.

Ride along computer cowboy
To the city just in time
To bring another system down
And leave your alias behind:
Computer syscrusher.

Computer syscrusher.

Crusher. Syscrusher.

Syscrusher.

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Computer syscrusher.
Well, his cattle each have numbers    And they all eat in a line    When he turns the floodlights on each night    Of course the herd looks perfect!    Computer Cowboy.       Well, he rides the range 'til midnight    And the wild coyotes yowl    As he trots beneath the floodlights    And of course the rhythm is perfect!    Computer Cowboy.       Ride along computer cowboy    To the city just in time    To bring another system down    And leave your alias behind:    Computer syscrusher.       Computer syscrusher.       Crusher. Syscrusher.       Syscrusher.       Come a ky ky yippee yi yippee yi ay    Come a ky ky yippee yi ay.    Come a ky ky yippee yi yippee yi ay    Come a ky ky yippee yi ay.       Computer syscrusher.