There's a guy who works in another room, or on another floor.
He's the one you call, when your document ain't there no more.
He's probably a boy, but he might be a girl, or something in between.
He's the only one in the office who knows what PC Load Letter means.
He's your system administrator, he's probably into comic books.
And you tremble in fear when you have to hear one of his "What a dummy!" looks.
Got a virus? Lost your password? Or you just can't print?
In an hour he'll show up and crouch and squint.
Fight to save your files, he might be there all day,
But sometimes he just presses Caps Lock and walks away.
(Spoken) But HEY! Suddenly my password works! Wow! Hooray!
Hooray, hooray, oh happy day! I'm gonna buy my guy a gift to say:
Having you around means I get to stay stupid! and uninformed!
And I can keep opening dot e-x-e file attachments,
And forgetting my mother's maiden name, 'cause you'll fix it all for me, Yay!
I'll give you a cake, I'll give you a hug,
I'll buy the world's best System Administrator mug.
Just help me out, system administrator.
Please plug in my mouse, system administrator.
I don't know which button is the mouse click button, system administrator.
Piss him off, and you'll be fired by tomorrow morn.
'Cause he's the guy who knows that you've been surfing porn.