My computer thinks Im gay I threw that piece of junk away On the Champs Elysees As I was walking home This is my last communique Down the supper highway All that I have left to say in a single tome I got too many friends Too many people that Ill never meet And Ill never be there for Ill never be there for Cause Ill never be there If I could give it all away Will it come back to me someday Like a needle in the hay or an expensive stone But I got a reason to declaim The applications are to blame For all my sorrow and my pain A feeling so alone I got too many friends Too many people that Ill never meet And Ill never be there for Ill never be there for Cause Ill never be there Too many friends Too many people that Ill never meet And Ill never be there for Ill never be there for Cause Ill never be there My computer thinks Im gay Whats the difference anyway When all the people do all day Is stare into a phone I got too many friends Too many people that Ill never meet And Ill never be there for Ill never be there for Cause Ill never be there Too many friends Too many people that Ill never meet And Ill never be there for Ill never be there for Cause Ill never be there Ill never be there Ill never be there Ill never be there Ill never be there