(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