C-64
I've got 64k memory
I've got cartridge boards on ebony
I've got power cords strung out the door
Think I'll set up my bulletin board
Got a modem
When I turned thirteen
But my dad doesn't know
What telephony means
Only 1200 baud
Never leave my room
My skins turning pale
Knocks on the door
Please don't disturb me
I'm hear with my C-64
Learn to freak through the phone company
I've got friends somewhere in Germany
Cracked a file to join mod
Make free long distance calls over seas
One Saturday morning
The feds at the door
Seize all my notebooks
And take away my commodore