Songtext von Born To Be Mild

Get your program running Head out to the center Terminals are waiting For the data that you'll enter Everybody says that you're a nerd, but They should know that you just don't care Got your Hewlett-Packard on your belt and Vaseline in your hair Like a true mommy's child You were born, born to be mild When your batteries die You're always gonna cry Born to be mild Pencils in your pocket Patent leather briefcase Studying your Fortran You got pimples on your face Gotta do your homework Forget about the prom dance They think that you're a big jerk 'Cause you wear a pair of flood pants Every day you wake up Your oscilloscope is humming Parties tend to break up When they find out that you're coming