Christmas in Dixie.
No snow on the ground.
It’s Christmas at Ground Zero
And if the radiation level’s okay
I’ll go out with you and see the all new
Mutations on New Year’s Day
I’m waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I’m breathing in the chemicals
Modem load and failsafe
Electric teenage dust
Hit the solvent keypad
Start the neural rust
Power on the highway
The source code is always cleaner on somebody else’s drive.
You dream about each new upgrade, without which you must survive.
You’re not a registered user, you’re more of a pirate bold,
You got no support or manuals for software that’s four years old.
On the PC, on the PC,
There is no viler shell or compiler than one that’s free,
If you want to ease your awful pain,
Then you got to stick with public domain,
But bootleg the disk and
You’re living risky
On the PC.
What’s it like there outside
With the living?
From this broken down place
Where I hide
Danger, there’s a breakdown dead ahead
Maybe you’re in way above your head
I may burn, might upset you
But you know I’d never let you down
No no no, no no no.
No, no, no, no-no-no
I said no, no, you’re not the one for me…
So I sent it to a place in the middle of nowhere
With a big black horse and a cherry tree.
I said no, no, no, no, I don’t smoke that no more, I’m tired of waking up on the floor.
Tell her no no no no no-no-no-no
No no no no no-no-no-no
No no no no no
Don’t hurt me now for her love belongs to me
Don’t hate me
I’m not special like you
I’m tired and I’m so alone
Don’t fight me
I know you’ll never care
Can I call you on the telephone, now and then?
Well, they called up Ma Bell and they traced him on down
To a funky old phone booth on the outskirts of town
It was there that the vice squad with their field glasses read
The lips of that amorous man as he said
It’s me again, Margaret
I just got into town, I didn’t have nothin to do
When I happened upon this telephone booth
With a whole bunch of writing coverin one entire wall.
It said, “If you ain’t afraid to spend a dime
And if you wanna have a real good time
Just give Lucille a call.”
Jenny, I got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny, don’t change your number
867-5309
Oh I’ll be right here at home.
All you gotta do is pick up the telephone and dial now
634-5789 (that’s my number!)
Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone
Let’s pretend that we’re together all alone.
I’ll tell the man to turn the jukebox way down low.
And you can tell your friend there with you, he’ll have to go.
Wake me up before you go go!
I’m not plannin’ on goin’ solo.
Take me dancing tonight
They put a parking lot on a piece of land
Where the supermarket used to stand
Before that, they put up a bowling alley
On the site that used to be the local Palais
That’s where the big bands used to come and play
My sister went there on a Saturday
Come dancing
All her boyfriends used to come and call
Why not come dancing?
It’s only natural
Let’s dance for fear
your grace should fall
Let’s dance for fear tonight is all
Let’s sway you could look into my eyes
Let’s sway under the moonlight,
this serious moonlight
The clouds are turnin’ crimson–
the leaves fall from the limbs an’
The branches cast their shadows over stone
Won’t you meet me
out in the moonlight alone?