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Da Vinci's Notebook

Workin' on a laptop, close to the end
Of a job I've been doing since half past ten
I don't believe that it's frozen again
The system has gone down-o, down-o, down-o
I don't believe that it's frozen again
The system has gone down-o

So I took it down to the help desk guy
And I said "make it better or I'm gonna cry"
He said, "I'm sorry, your computer has died,
And the data can no longer be found-o, found-o, found-o"
He said, "I'm sorry your computer has died
The data can no longer be found-o"

To the roof with the laptop I did go
Over to the edge and I gave it a throw
And when it arrived seven stories below
It really made a mighty fine sound-o, sound-o, sound-o
And when it arrived seven stories below
It really made a mighty fine sound-o

Well, that didn't do enough to ease my pain
So I went down to dulles and I got on a plane
Sayin' "this is all billy gates's fault
And I'm gonna be trackin' him down-o, down-o, down-o"
Sayin' "this is all billy gates's fault
And I'm gonna be trackin' him down-o."

Touched down in seattle and got off the plane
Hit starbucks to get out of the rain
Paid all of my dough for a thimble of joe
Full o' foam and the cinnamon brown-o, brown-o, brown-o
Paid all of my dough for a thimble of joe
Full o' foam and the cinnamon brown-o

When the gates found out about my plan
He packed up his bag, turned tail and ran
Megalo-man took it out on the lam
And hid way underground-o, ground-o, ground-o
Megalo-man took it out on the lam
And hid way underground-o

Well the gates been a-runnin' ever since that day
He thinks he can hide but he can't get away
When I finally find his little skinny behind
Gonna kick it all over this town-o, town-o, town-o
When I finally find his little skinny behind
Gonna kick it all over this town

Written by HEATON, PAUL / ROTHERAY, DAVE
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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