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Watched a short called ‘Outsiders’ on Channel 4 about music outside the mainstream. Best thing in it was Bingo Gazingo who made a great track called You’re Out of the Computer with a band called My Robot Friend. MP3 from the usual places. Can’t find the lyrics online anywhere though, so here’s my best bash. Any corrections? bakert+logoff@gmail.com or stick them in the comments.
Update 2003-10-24 10:14 – after a quick email chat with the robot from www.myrobotfriend.com I got the real lyrics and have replaced my effort with those:

(www.myrobotfriend.com)

you’re out of the computer
written by bingo gazingo

you don’t exist
you’re off my list
you’re just an intruder
you’re out of the computer
i didn’t abuse you
i didn’t shoot you
i just took you
out of the computer
and i turned my head
and i said
you couldn’t be cuter
but you’re out of the computer
because you’re the world’s worst slacker
and i’m the world’s greatest hacker

i didn’t know
you were a hooter

you’re out of the computer

B-I-

what does a hooter mean? it’s a breast? yeah.

N-G-O

i took you out of my heart with a roto router
and i ran you over with my brand new scooter
and i turned my head
and i said
you’re out of the computer
’cause you’re the world’s worst programmer
and i’m the world’s greatest hacker
you were the one i would die for
you were the one i would climb the sky for
you were my lover
but you made me suffer
when you became
the world’s greatest surfer
now you’re
out of the computer

you were subline
but you were offline
with the online
do i have to draw you
a diaroma
you’re the world’s worst scammer
you’re the world’s worst slammer
i wish things could be smoother
but they couldn’t be blacker
i’m the world’s greatest hacker
i’m the world’s greatest hijacker
i’m the world’s greatest…

B-I-

i’m the world’s greatest hacker

N-

and you’re the world’s worst…

G-

limburger… i don’t know… fuck it…

O

i took away your key
i took away your mouse
i’m a turkey
i’m a louse
i threw you out of the house
and now you’re out of the computer
and even if you yell “i need a key!”
you ain’t getting back
’cause you’re out of the computer

i spent wonderful moments
in your components
get out of my memory
get your digitals out of my modules
get your mish-mash out of my macintosh
or i’ll hit you with a swiss wrist watch
you showed them your modem
and as sure as my name is yahuda
you’re out of the computer

we were riding down the highway
when you put your hand up my byway
and you tried to sell me a floppy of my biopsy
and a copy of my autopsy
you looked in my iris
and you gave me a virus
you took away my lap desk
you took away my website
you took away my disk drive
you took away my database
and you drove away with my jalopy
and you scrambled my scanner
and you took away my banner
you’re the world’s worst home shopper
you’re the world’s worst pornographer
and if you see me first
you say hello
and if i see you first
i’ll say hello

hi hello
hello hi

LOG OFF!

You’re out of the compuuuuterrrrrr.