Wtorek 6 Wrz 2005, 7:50

Oh frabjous day, callooh callay,
Ninety twelve and sixty four, who needs this when they've got more?
I got broadband strapped around, my waist my neck, my lower bound,
I couldn't make the time to take it away, I had the time of day,
She sleeps softly breathing slow, next to me, in the flow,
of Zen, of time, of ninety nine,
Happy hats and new found flats,
Secant class citizens are my rats,
I want to tell him the truth, I want to blame it on my youth.