My friend Sam and I take the frontside bus over North Bridge
The semi-conductor is handing out complimentary metal oxide
The driver is honking out beep codes: OS, OS, SOS
That fellow is starting to irk me, I say
Mind your IRQs, I tell him
But Sam, he don't care
He's high on memory
Can't tell if he's extended or expanded
He carries his cache on a stick
He issues non-maskable interrupts to complete strangers
At a COM port we go for a DRAM
And Sam yells, Hey SYS, get your HIMEM over here
Lets plug and play, baby
But just then in walks his wife Pam wheeling a PRAM
Damn that DRAM, she hollers at him, you double data-rate RAM
