Virtual Party (see_you@party.net)
(Words and Music by Noel Paul Stookey, Elizabeth B. Stookey, Dave Tkachuk)
It's 11 o'clock in the evening-
Funny thing about a couple when
Anyway, I got another meg of data
I look up at the clock (not as late as I thought:
All night?
You're invited to a virtual party tonight
It's unbelieveable, must be sixty, seventy people
She says her name is 'Mata Hari'
I shut down the box, still it's three o'clock
I say all night?
You're invited to a virtual party tonight
©1996 Neworld Media Music Publishers
I'm barefoot-and I'm logged on to the Internet
I usually pickup my e-mail in the afternoon
but on weekends sometimes I forget
I yell down the hall to the bedroom, "Honey
I'll be right there"
She says "that's ok, dear, I got a brand new book here
and I'm not going anywhere."
A couple of years've gone by
You don't talk; you think you know each other so well
You don't have to try
You take for granted what you used to call enchanted
Just a while ago
When does a mystery turn into history?
I don't know
Coming down the line
Wall Street profile: spreadsheet
from a friend of mine
Up on the screen pops a little green box says
'Click on me'
Somewhere I swear Alice In
Wonderland's callin'
Only quarter to one)
Download's finished, I could take five minutes
And have me some fun
The invitation's from a web location
In Hong Kong
It's already started, this virtual party
Runs all night long!
You're invited to a virtual party tonight
There's computers in the microwave, computers in the automobile
computers in the phone.
And even my wife who used to tell me to 'get a life'
Has got a computer of her own
I spend so much time saving time
I can't find any time to spend
I've taped sixteen episodes of Star Trek
But when am I gonna show them?!
here at the party site
Icons, avatars, images of movie stars surfing tonight
I'm looking for a chat when I get a note that says
'Ya wanna go
To a place more private?
I kinda think you'll like it
I say 'I...yi'
And that she's particularly fond of older men
Maybe so, maybe not, maybe she's a guy
That's got this urge to pretend
And then it occurs to me, I don't need this fantasy
After all, everything I'd be looking for,
I've got and even more, waiting at the end of the
End of the hall
By the time I get to bed.
I lift up the covers; snuggle next to my lover;
Find a note there instead
It says "the book was dumb, logged on, found a message
From Hong Kong
For a virtual party (I'm goin' as 'Mata Hari')
Maybe all night long."
You're invited to a virtual party tonight
Ready or not, here comes the 21st century
You're invited to a virtual party tonight
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