Oh boy's arise
The sun has come again to awake him
Bailing out of the dreams of sailing
The morning wood that he sees is his, it's all arousing
Its all arousing to think of it

And if his computers comes crashing down
All through the day he will be bored
Where the coat he leaves behind on warm days rising
Open all his windows for the day

The stalling motor requires repairs, is here to annoy you
Going out not possible until the repairs are made

Little memories, invading
His long feet, working his machines
Will they scan, will they crash
His little dream, working with machines

Soon he'll get paid
In a month
Closing in on the Horde
From then he pwns

Little memories
His long feet, working his machines
Will they scan, will they crash
His little dream, working with machines

Soon he'll get paid
In a month
Closing in on the Horde
From then he pwns.