Blame it on Ginger by Boffo Yux Dudes

I'm pissed beyond belief. I was so close to relief.
After a dozen ideas and bunch of rough drafts, it was finally coming together.
The lyrics were there but the music was fair and needed some punching - whatever.

The tone was withdrawn and it wasn't that long
with a boy meets girl twist and a slap on the wrist it was finally coming but odder
the ginger ale angle for a sickness finagle was autobiographical fodder -

Now I'm ticked at the box that is covered in red because I've given my life
To the damn thing of silver that glistens in blood just because it just cuts like a knife.

A power supply that decided to fry in a last minute horror of wonders
Has stolen my work- made me look like a jerk as it grabs all my files in plunder.

I blame it. I blame it. I blame it on the box!
I claim it! Rename it! I blame it on the box!

Its nom de plume is Mac G4 although I know it much better.
It's real name is Satan - Bealzabub - Lucifer - anything evil is taken

So the bit about Conan and Geri Halliwell was sent to the either address known as hell. Torturing Gingerbread men was misplaced. He ripped off his legs - he no longer could race.

This leaves me blathering on like a fool. The tracks that were laid down by this Malevolent
tool are now vaporware diapered ghostly remains. The demos and rough drafts are left to abstain.

I blame it on that crimson box. It dwells within an evil pox.
There will be no more time for tea. It vexes now both you and me.

I will recover. It shall not win. This bastard child of electric sin.
But the time is now escape. It is to late for this make.

I blame it on ginger. You Bastard!