The other day in a post by David Pogue I found this seasonal song. I have replaced a couple of phrases to make the song appropriate to family historians like me who enjoy searching the internet for family connections.
HAPPILY ADDICTED TO THE WEB
(To the tune of “Walkin’ in a Winter Wonderland”)Doorbell rings, I’m not listenin’ ;
From my mouth, drool is glistenin’
There’s beard on my cheek,
Same clothes for a week,
I’m happily addicted to the Web.
All night long, I keep clicking,
Unaware time is ticking;
I’m happy — although
My boss let me go,
I’m happily addicted to the Web.
Friends come by, they shake me, sayin’ “Yo, man!
You wouldn't be moved by a bomb?”
With a listless shrug, I mutter, “No, man —
I’ve just discovered Ancestr dot.com!”
I don’t phone, don’t send faxes;
Don’t go out, don’t pay taxes.
Who cares if someday
They haul me away?
I’m happily addicted to the Web.
Happily addicted to the Web.
Happily addicted to the Web!
Happy high-tech hollydays, everyone!
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