I’ll never forget that Saturday night
I was down at the bar doin’ everything right
When this guy walks in lookin’ real uptight
And I thought to myself, “Here comes a fight.”
With a sparkle in his eyes and a bulge at his chest
He pulls out a disk from his shiny new vest
Lays it on a table and proclaims to the rest
“I’m Wild Bill Gates, fastest coder in the West”
W Dot Tom
W Dot W Dot
W Dot Tom
An old man gasped and my knees became weak
I was hoping nobody would mess with this freak
When this guy named Tom pipes up real meek
Looks Bill in the eye and says, “I speak geek”
W Dot Tom
W Dot W Dot
W Dot Tom
Well, there was no turning back, the crowd could tell
A fight was a brewin’ from the ugly smell
Bill shot and missed with a do-loop from hell
And Tom fired back with H-T-M-L
W Dot Tom
W Dot W Dot
W Dot Tom
The fighting was furious there was code flying ‘round
Java and Perl and CGI without bounds
And when it all was over and the dust settled down
Wild Bill was nowhere to be found
W Dot Tom
W Dot W Dot
W Dot Tom
Oh, by the way, this story I tell
Is the source of a legend you know pretty well
When people speak of Tom, his home they spell
W Dot Tom, the Duke of U-R-L
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