Lazin' in the shade of the Information Superhighway,
Dozin' in the glade here beside the fiber-optic byway;
Corned beef in the can, White House on the wire,
Throw another analog on the fire.
I'm lazin' in the shade of the Information Superhighway.

In the chilly winter huddled up beside my printer,
But this mornin', boys, I been to Rio on my modem line.
I used to take a nap and say that nothin' much was happenin'
But now I'm learnin' Japanese and how to choose a good wife.
And when I'm feelin' low, I'll access the Vice President and tell him so.
I'm lazin' in the shade of the Information Superhighway.

Let's see, channel 436, America's Funniest Home Surgery Videos
437, Afterlifestyles of the Dead and Famous
438, Dobie Gilligan, the all Bob Denver Network
439, Censorship Channel, nothing on

Drag my inter-net through the data-stream
Carrying a metaphor what might seem a little bit too far,
I'm lazin' in the shade of the Information Superhighway.

Found myself a female who could make me glad to be male
so I whispered in her email, Honey, won't you megabyte mine.
But now my elocution's gotten into distribution
And some guy in the Aleutian Islands wants to know my sign.
And when I hear that final knell, I'll fax my working organs to Jocyln Elders
I'm easin' down the grade, and may I say, not in a shy way,
I'm lazin' in the shade of the Information Superhighway.

The Foremen