It's been one week since I fixed your spam
Now its back and I'm really friggin angry
Five days since I fixed the registry saying
"please stay virus free for me"
Three days since the living room
I realised it was windows fault and threw your keyboard
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry

Hold it now as I reboot
As I make you restart
Please not another fucking Blue screen
I summon virus' to the scan, cos I can
Although they come back
cause windows is a bad wife
dont wanna throw you out the window
cos I love you
But I hate you at the same time
That Unix has got the Hot bits
You try to match wits but it always beats you
Gonna make a disk and boot it up
I'd like a bit of bad forbidden pleasure
I like linux, it's the finest of the flavours
The free feeling is gonna grow
You'll have to pack your apps up

Can I help it if you make me really mad
Not your fault that your softwares really really bad
Hate to say it but I can't wait till your funeral
If you can't understand what I mean well you soon will
I have a tendancy to murmer "Unix" in my sleep
While I'm dreaming of her clicking off my shirt

Its been One week since you beeped at me
I threw you up in the air and said "lets be crazy"
Five days since crashed on me
I still have the key prints on both my fists
It's been three days since I got zone alarm
You realized its not my fault
Thats right its all you
Yesterday you packed your Documents
Now I sit back and wait for a disk format, sorry!

Your lucky your not a chinese PC
They'll ban you from your favorite websites
I'm watching your case with no lights on
I finally got some silence
I hope you dont get spammed by this one
Like a normal defrag I'm getting frantic
Unix makes me tantric
Because she knows how to satisfy

Like Alquida you do bad things
Break far too easy
You make me wish I had a samurai
Gonna get a firewall up
Gonna find the kind without the holes
So nobody can try and break into you
Gotta get in tune with security
Cos your opponent has the cool extra features
That make me think the wrong thing

Can I help it if you make me really mad
Not your fault that your softwares really really bad
Hate to say it but I can't wait till your funeral
If you can't understand what I mean well you soon will
I have a tendancy to murmer "Unix" in my sleep
While I'm dreaming of her clicking off my shirt

Its been one week since you looked at me
dropped your mouse on its side and said "im sorry"
Five days since I laughed at you and said
You got another virus which we both knew you were going to
Three days since living room
I realised you were to blame
Thats right its all you
Yesterday you just smiled at me
It will still be two days till I say I'm sorry