In my office in Toledo across from the depot
I gave my computer a fling
Straight out the window, to the concrete below
It hit the street with a PING
When it finally stopped rolling
I Found it consoling--
I finally got rid of that thing
I ain't a quitter, but that was a no-hitter
That's when I started to sing....

Chorus:

You picked a fine time to crash on me, Lucille
Right in the middle of a big business deal
I've done some troubleshooting,
Alot of re-booting
But now you're in the boneyard, for real
You picked a fine time to crash on me, Lucille

I looked in the mirror, I could see clearer
Than I had seen in a while
I'll get a Gateway, some kind of PC
I'll get a computer with style
It won't be a'moanin, it won't be a groanin'
Every time I turn it on
It won't talk back to me like old "yours truly"
Now in pieces, where it was thrown

Repeat Chorus

After a few days I got a new PC
And a printer with 5 paper trays
I'm feeling better, you should see my letters
I'm not ranting, these days
The thing is a beauty, when it came to me
I breathed a sigh of relief
Should of chucked the other about 1 year sooner
And it sure would've saved me some grief