Oh for the days of the 90s, when we were young and free
Before the days of Bush II and such, remember it fondly
The Internet was young then, making pages was easy
Now it's a mess and I can't even guess how to do it oh woe is me

Nothing is local these days
It's all Farcebook and Twatter out there
No more lovely design work
Functionality's the only care

It's all left me feeling aghast
But I shouldn't live in the past
I should just try to stay alive
Grit my teeth and learn HTML 5