Clifford T. Ward – Computer lyrics

Shakespeare said my often rumination
Wraps me in a most humorous sadness
Well here we are
The age of information
Talking to myself
I don't have a computer
But I still got my sense of humour it keeps me guessing
And leaves me room to make a fool of myself

Today I met my old friend Yellow Hammer
And 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
And flew up in the trees
'I've bin programmed' he said
'They fixed me a computer
And I can give you anything you like; anything
except the one you like'

Our Sandra's joined the middle class
And left me on me own
She says I think too much
And it's not healthy
And I should go out and get a computer
Then everything would be alright
And 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 .