I want a Mac. I want a Mac daddy I need a Mac. I want a Mac. I want a Mac daddy I need a Mac.
Then apples dont grow on trees. I want a Mac.
I want a Macintosh laptop. Packaging so posh. Fits like a glove in that tiny little white box.
Pretty as a picture but it ain’t all show. And at 8 ram deep I’ll be runnin’ logic pro.
To make my own beats, dad. Keep me off the streets, dad. And Xbox would even take a backseat.
So please give me a job so I can stack that paper (rock the beat) ’cause this is major.
Question: What’s your favorite geek song?