It's all about the Pentiums, baby   Uhh, uh-huh, yeah   Uhh, uh-huh, yeah   It's all about the Pentiums, baby   It's all about the Pentiums, baby   It's all about the Pentiums, baby   It's all about the Pentiums, baby      What y'all wanna do?   Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers   Wastin' time with all the chat room yakkers   9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard      Workin' at a desk with a dumb little placard?   Yeah, payin' the bills with my mad programming skills   Defraggin' my hard drive for thrills   I got me a hundred gigabytes of RAM   I never feed trolls and I don't read spam   Installed a T1 line in my house   Always at my PC, double-clickin' on my mizouse      Upgrade my system at least twice a day   I'm strictly plug-and-play, I ain't afraid of Y2K   I'm down with Bill Gates, I call him "Money" for short   I phone him up at home and I make him do my tech support   It's all about the Pentiums, what?   You've gotta be the dumbest newbie I've ever seen   You've got white-out all over your screen   You think your Commodore 64 is really neato      What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito?   You're usin' a 286? Don't make me laugh   Your Windows boots up in what, a day and a half?   You could back up your whole hard drive on a floppy diskette   You're the biggest joke on the Internet      Your database is a disaster   You're waxin' your modem, tryin' to make it go faster   Hey fella, I bet you're still livin' in your parents' cellar   Downloadin' pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar   And postin' 'Me too' like some brain-dead AOL-er   I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller   You're just about as useless as jpegs to Hellen Keller      It's all about the Pentiums, baby   It's all about the Pentiums, baby   It's all about the Pentiums, baby   It's all about the Pentiums, baby      Now, what y'all wanna do?   Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers   Wastin' time with all the chat room yakkers   9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard      Uh, uh, loggin' in now, wanna run wit my crew, hah?   Rule cyberspace and crunch numbers like I do?   They call me the king of the spreadsheets   Got 'em printed out on my bedsheets   My new computer's got the clocks, it rocks   But it was obsolete before I opened the box      You say you've had your desktop for over a week?   Throw that junk away, man, it's an antique   Your laptop is a month old, well that's great   If you could use a nice, heavy paperweight   My digital media is write-protected   Every file inspected, no viruses detected   I beta tested every operation system   Gave props to some, and others, I dissed 'em      While your computer's crashin', mine's multitaskin'   It does all my work without me even askin'   Got a flat-screen monitor forty inches wide wide   I believe that your says 'Etch-A-Sketch' on the side   In a 32-bit world, you're a 2-bit user   You've got your own newsgroup, 'Alt.total-loser'   Your motherboard melts when you try to send a fax   Where'd you get your CPU, in a box of Cracker Jacks?   Play me online? Well, you know that I'll beat you   If I ever meet you I'll control-alt-delete you      It's all about the Pentiums, baby   It's all about the Pentiums, baby   It's all about the Pentiums, baby   It's all about the Pentiums, baby      What y'all wanna do?   Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers   Wastin' time with all the chat room yakkers   9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard   What?