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We set sail on the New Economy From a distant shore The winds blew away from recession Poverty no more Money for the asking a Market-Plan would be nice The Wall Street boys were writing checks they said "Hey, techie, name your price" And after computers Nate wants to fly to mars After computers I just want to sing in bars We set sail on the New Economy The seas were bright and calm We had faith in our maiden ship: Santa Maria dot com But then a storm blew in the economy And there's mutiny in the rank And a wave overtook us And our little ship just sank And after computers Nate wants to fly to mars After computers I just want to sing in bars After computers Nate wants to fly to mars After computers I just want to sing in bars or maybe the subway, or central park, or maybe in Carnegie Hall After computers I don't want technology at all |