I Hate My Frickin I.S.P.

The reason that I signed up, is the reason that I hate it
I know she's made her mind up, I just don't know how she's made it

And my dial up screen has locked me into a touch tone tune monotony
Because some snot nosed pube has blocked me out
And I wait, and I wait

And I hate my frickin I.S.P., he ain't got no bandwidth left for me
And I'll never get back, never get back the time that I waste
That's what I hate

My job's so hard to swallow but it's got me by the collar
In some Motel 6 squalor, where every local call's a dollar

I got no time left to jack off, I got a deadline that won't back off
I'm about to chew my own leg off 'cause
It's so late, and I'm late

And I hate my frickin I.S.P., I get bumped for inactivity
And I'll never get back, never get back the time that I waste
That's what I hate

It rained CD Rom's that gave me twenty hours free
I let my service provider make a junky outta me
And then he cut me off from my online community
And now I hate, I hate it, I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate

I hate my frickin I.S.P., his domain name lookup takes eternity
And I'll never get back, never get back the time that I waste
That's what I hate

And I hate my frickin I.S.P., he ain't got no bandwidth left for me
And I'll never get back, never get back the time that I waste
That's what I hate

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