Well saddle up your browsers,
And I'll take you for a ride.
You Internet greenhorns,
Are gonna need a cyberguide.
You gotta learn the lingo, Ringo,
Yer basic cyberspeak.
If you don't know the Well from a URL,
Yer stuck up cybercreek.
There's email, telnet, gopher,
Hypertext and FTP.
When you can sling HTML,
You can ride up front with me.
'Cause you'll be a Webslinger.
I'm a Webslinger,
Ridin' down the cybertrail.
I'll learn you how to email,
And config yer PPP.
We'll lurk some newsgroups,
Maybe have a chat on IRC.
Now don't go spamming chain-mail,
Or you'll go down in flames.
Instead -- download shareware,
Gifs or tifs or 3-D games.
Yer gonna git some saddle-sores,
From long days on the net,
But keep givin'er newbies,
You'll bust that bronco yet.
I'm a Webslinger,
Ridin' down the cybertrail.
"The Net's a filthy, smutty place!"
That's what those Luddites say,
But Live and Let Live, that's our code,
That's the webslinger's way.
The hackers ain't no nevermind,
Not the rustlers, not the sin.
It's Big Brother wears the black hat,
Tryin' to fence us in -- you and me pardner.
Let's keep the web an open range,
A frontier wild and free.
So leave your home sweet home page,
And come and ride with me...
I'm a Webslinger,
Ridin' down the cybertrail.
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