Some folks are born, hackin' is their bag,
Ooh, how they grab a clue, yeah.
These contraptions always bring me grief,
That's when I call that helpdesk crew, wah!

Woe is me, woe is me,
I ain't no literate one, yo..
Woe is me, woe is me,
Can't get this downloadin' done, no.

They always know, how wide is the band,
Need no software off the shelfs, no.
When those resources load up the core,
They can still find ways to read Email, yo.

Oh help me, oh help me
I'm just lookin' for some fun, yeah.
Oh help me, oh help me
I don't know Apple from Sun, wah!

High tech Illit'rate, nerve jangled sighs,
I'm more clueless than before, wah!
When I asked them, "Where's that thingy live?"
Their snappy answer, "Core! Core! Core!" yeah.

Look at me, with pity,
Need my computer for fun, yo.
Look at me, with pity,
I ain't no literate one, no.

Let Aint Bea, Let Aint Bea,
She'll wash your disk-es for fun.