You know I love that PowerMac
I always praise it for sure
And they call me Mr. Macintosh
On down to the computer store
I only do Mac OS
Window's name don't touch my lips
And my friends is always
Begging me to take them
On QuickTime VR trips
Yes, they are.

Oh, but late at night I take out a laptop
That I keep under lock and key
And I take it off to my closet
Where nobody else can see
I open that door so slowly
Take a peek up north and south
Then startup Windows98
And get the joystick off the shelf.

Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Macintosh
Thinking Different as I can be
But at night I'm PC Game'n Junkie
Good Lord have pity on me.

Well, at lunchtime
You can always find me
At the Caffeine and Snack Bar
Just sucking on some empty calories
From a handful of candy bars
And sippin' some Jolt Cola
With a pretzel stick for desert
And wiping my face
In a high tech way
On the sleeve of my MacHack shirt
Oh yeah

Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight
And I'm all by myself
I work that combination
On my secret hideaway shelf
And I pull out my Foot Pedals,
Fight Yoke and startup a copy of Fly
Then I sit back in glorious expectation
Of a genuine PC Game'n high

Oh yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Macintosh
Thinking Different as I can be
But at night I'm PC Game'n Junkie
Good Lord have pity on me.

Oh, but folks lately I have been spotted
With the Windows logo on my screen
Stumbling into a CompUSA store
With a face looking mighty of green
I'm afraid someday they'll find me
Just stretched out in my seat
With a handful of PC Game CDs
And a DOS manual by my feet.

In the daytime I'm Mr. Macintosh
Thinking Different as I can be
But at night I'm PC Game'n Junkie
Good Lord have pity on me.