Grab a drink, pull a chair where my desktop lies
It's always on the fritz, it makes people scream
"Problem exists 'tween chair and keyboard"
It can't be that, I have been checked, I'm virus-free

I check my clock, but the digits aren't right
That's 'cause I'm set on Japanese Standard Time
Hoping that I can now turn her on
But not in the popular sense of the word

CHORUS
Mio Cho and I have never seen each other's faces but we've
Spent countless nights in each other's arms
On the web...mabye it'd be wise if we actually traded pictures
Of each other for once

All alone, here at home, staring at my screen
Fonts and emoticons make it so serene
Is it normal to feel this giddy
To talk to a perfect stranger who's Japanese

So what if everything I now emote
Has now been reduced to a bunch of keystrokes
Some folk say I'm über-pathetic
I just say that I'm easy to satisfy

CHORUS

When my old man was wasted once, he told me this here quote...

"Do what the hell you want! I don't care!"

I'm not welcome here and there's too far
I can't cross the Pacific with this car
Unless there is a nuclear winter
I'm now praying for a nuclear winter
Scratch that idea, it sucks after all
We'd both die and I would need a plow

CHORUS x3