Intro : (en arpèges) My computer thinks I'm gay, I threw that piece of junk away On the Champs-Elysées, As I was walking home This is my last communiqué, down the super highway All that I have left to say, in a single tome, I got Too many friends, too many people That I'll never meet and I'll never be there for I'll never be there for cause I'll never be there If I could give it all away will it come back to me someday ? Like a needle in the hay a round expensive stone But I got a reason to declaim the applications are to blame For all my sorrow and my pain I'm feeling so alone, I got Too many friends, too many people That I'll never meet and I'll never be there for I'll never be there for cause I'll never be there (2x) My computer thinks I'm gay, what's the difference anyway ? When all the people do all day, is staring to a phone, I got Too many friends, too many people That I'll never meet and I'll never be there for I'll never be there for cause I'll never be there (2x) I'll never be there, I'll never be there I'll never be there, I'll never be there