Sansy Baby.

You live your life in the image you make
on the laptop screen gizmo 
and when an old grump doesn't have any friends
that's a really nice place to go
folks hoping you'll post some cool
but it's just your junk, old fool
you're a little touched you know
Sansy baby

graphics appear in your room each night
and they whirl across your screen
but they always seem to fade away
when your brain screams no caffeine
Sansy guy are you alright?
tell the photoshop goodnight
empty brain once more Sansy baby

Mackintosh Lady
you're my special baby
living in a world of fakes conceived
well maybe

scanning his house are Googles' guys
with evil on their mind
cos they've been banning San's blogs
at night through their IP bind
I see your talent has gone away
would you chop for me today
I'll show you how to draw a good time
Sansy baby

when he turns on his dell
he feels confused
with all the errors that blast his way
and the beeps are so loud
they spin him around
till his soul has lost it's way
and as he turns the volume down
he's getting angry with the sound
it seems to make his head confound
he's going for a total astound
smashing his laptop to the ground

the headlines read that Sans attacked
and everyone thinks he's whacked 
except a crazy guy with a public passion
that keeps him satisfied
it's so nice to be insane
no one asks you to explain
broken laptop by your side
Sansy baby

Mackintosh Lady
you're my special baby
living in a world of fakes conceived
well maybe
well maybe
well maybe

well maybe