I’m a high end computer technician.
What they pay me, I quickly use up.
And my pay, I would say, is sufficient,
Plus the annual bonus on top.

Even nerds must have someone to fancy
(I am sure you all can relate).
In the country I have a fiance
And two chicks in the city to lay.

My fiance gets money and postcards,
And the chicks get martinis and me.
Every night I get so exhausted,
Every night and continuously.

Work performance is now an issue,
As my brain is about to pop.
Feel my health is no longer sufficient
Orthe annual bonus on top.

No, this cannot go on any longer.
So I shoot them an email one day:
"Bite me, will ya? The party is over!
Find yourselves a new daddy, OK?"

Feel so good now, it’s not even funny!
And with no man would I ever swap.
On myself now I spend all my money
Plus the annual bonus on top.