Fun fun fun

To the tune of the Beach Boys song of the same name.

(For trui -- it's not a poem, and it's a year late.
But it'll do.)

Well, she's got her dad's account
    and she's surfin' through a virtual land, now.

Seems she forgot all about the research
    like she told her old man, now.

And with the monitor pulsing
    sits up chattin' just as late as she can, now.

And she'll have fun fun fun
    'til her daddy takes the modem away.



Well the grrls can't stand her
    coz she types like, she chats like an op, now.
        (chats like an op, now, chats like an op)

She makes the channels she frequents 
    the pick of the IRC crop, now.
        (chats like an op, now, chats like an op)

A lot of guys like to chat her,
    and her smilies make their carrier drop, now.
        (chats like an op, now, chats like an op)

And she'll have fun fun fun
    'til her daddy takes the modem away.


[MP3 solo]


Well you knew all along that
    your dad was gettin' wise to you, now.
        (you're getting a life now, you're getting a life)

When he disabled that account
    you got to thinkin' that your fun was all through now
        (you're getting a life now, you're getting a life)

But you can come along with me
    'cause we got a lot o' things to do, now.
        (you're getting a life now, you're getting a life)

And we'll have fun fun fun 
    now that daddy took the modem away.

And we'll have fun fun fun 
    now that daddy took the modem away.


[Woo-oooo! Woo-oo-oo'oo-oooo...]

 -- by aj.
    Dedicated to all those seventeen year old males who sit on IRC
    pretending to be girls just to even up the demographics.
    Cheryl would appreciate it.