Calm Down Too

The filkers are attacking our beautiful Technese Complaining 'cause we talk out software anywhere we please They're drowning in their filkzines so they've got a lot of nerve I think another music program's just what they deserve Chorus: Calm down, it's only eighths and quarters Calm down, it's only lines and staffs Calm down and put it in assembly It's not my fault I have a voice at which the world just laughs They sit around for hours with guitars in every lap The other filkers all applaud them even when it's crap With rhymes and times and little chimes and dimes for jukebox play I'd trade a hundred filkers for a mainframe any day The filking faction's growing they're in consuites through the land And some of the fanatic ones will write them on demand I'd rather be a renegade and program all I can And I don't care if they complain my programs never scan I think I'll make a program to write some filks for me And sing them in a pretty voice across my new T.V. I'll set up in the corner of the filking in consuite