You Dont Mess Around With Bill
(Sing to the tune of--what else--Jim Croce's classic "You Don't Mess Around With Jim")
The Valley's got its hustlers
Wall Street's got its rich
RedmondWashington's got William Gates III
He's a code-slinging sonofabitch
Yeah he's meek and nerdy as a geek can be
But he's richer than an oil emir
And when the CEOs all get together at night
You know they all call Big Bill "sir"
You don't laugh at Donald Trumps's hair
You don't piss up a hill
You don't give a wedgie to Jesse Ventura
And you don't mess around with Bill.
Well outa Scandanavia came a college boy
Said I think Windows really sucks
My momma named me Linus, (and that's because I'm Finnish)
But my friends all call me Tux
Yeah I'm looking for the king of Tech America
Drives a custom-built Ferrari
And it may sound funny, but his shit cost too much money
And I think software should be free....
And everbody say, Jack, don't you know that...
You don't laugh at Donald Trumps's hair
You don't piss up a hill
You don't give a wedgie to Jesse Ventura
And you don't mess around with Bill.
Well a hush fell over the boardroom
When Bill came in and took his seat
And when the hackin' was done, and the lawyers had their fun
There was blood on the balance sheet
Yeah sales were down twenty percentage points
And the stock price even more
And you better believe that the trade rags changed their story
When Bill's jaw hit the floor
Now they say
You don't laugh at Donald Trump's hair
You don't stand under ducks
You don't give a wedgie to Ahnold Schwarzenegger
And you don't mess around with Tux
You don't laugh at Donald Trump's hair
You don't stand under ducks
You don't give a wedgie to Ahnold Schwarzenegger
And you don't mess around with Tux