I don't know what happened.
The telephone rang and I answered.
The man on the telephone
told me my bill was past due.
I told the man this wasn't
even my phone.
Went over the line,
there came such a weird tone.
Now I'm speaking to you
from deep down inside
someone's computer.
They don't let me eat much,
they basically feed me on lumber.
I'm sorting out zip codes
and counting the cars in Beloit.
I'm helping young Johnny learn geometry,
but the devil he cares
about rescuing me,
Though he probably knows that I'm
trapped deep inside his computer
I'm not alone,
there's a bunch of us
down here together
Clean living folks
who are trying to get by somehow
None of us knows what the Sam
Hill we did to deserve this
Each of us heard a mysterious tone
and then bowed.
I hate adding numbers,
so guess what I'm doing forever.
I'm running a mailing list,
dunning some dead beats for Sears.
I'd love to play Pac -Man or Star Wars,
but no, we're too serious here.
We're all business,
so I'm a yuppie forever,
deep down inside someone's
computer.
Now that I think of it,
lots of my friends have gone missing.
Do you suppose that it got them
the way it got me?
Hard workin' guys
who were hard put
to add on their fingers
Slaving their lives away,
running somebody's PC
Well, I'm not gonna panic,
I'm carefully taking my bearings
And one of these days when I'm ready,
I'm making my move
Till then, keep on watchin'
your monitor screen
If you see some poor devil in blue,
red, and green
It's just me, I'm still trapped here
deep down inside
someone's computer
It's just me, I'm still trapped here
deep down inside someone's computer you