They lie in basements all over the place

The flurfers, the trolls, the script kiddies and worse

Say, a fella like the bloke that pied Bill Gates

There's always one like that in every crawl space

Most are just weebles, but every now and again some of them

There was a really funky dude, we were there on an investigation

But a corpse would have been pretty inconvenient

I think it was a man, anyway

He lay face down in a trundle bed

Clutching a bag of doughnuts to his head

I wasn't quite sure he could have been dead

For stuck in his craw was some sugary bread

But he was only almost dead, so I Heimlich'd him twice

And that was the damn night I saved the life of

Dingo

Dingo, Dingo, Dingo, Dingo

I watched the dope till about quarter past

He seemed quite chipper, so I got out fast

And then that night on his little screen

He read some stuff he thought was mean

And from my wiretap I watched in awe

No script kiddy could forge bits raw like

Dingo

Dingo, Dingo, Dingo, Dingo

Then about a day after that one Ren-Fest

Where I bought a wizard wand, a beer, and a class four vest

I was a law man, you know, a fed

While he spread terror from his trundle bed

With hacks and worms he gained such fame

All through Silicon Valley they feared the name of

Dingo

Dingo, Dingo, Dingo, Dingo

I rued the day I'd face that beast

That man I saved from a Debbie feast

And just my luck on a local stint

That SOB was in the basement

I left my backup out in the street

And I went in alone to meet

Dingo

Dingo, Dingo, Dingo, Dingo

And it was really weird a little pointy eared old man next door waved out at us and said

See you later, boys! Have fun storming the castle

Dingo, Dingo, Dingo, Dingo, Dingo

They said my skill was next to none

But my lightning gab was nothing, son

When I took a hit from a mean right fist

And a smelly trundle I had to kiss

And I have to tell you this before Y'all go looking through the door of

Dingo

Dingo, Dingo, Dingo, Dingo, Dingo

They say that no one by a mile had ever seen Dingo smile

He tossed a wiretap by my head

Then grinned and said, we're even Fred

And that was when I understood

Dingo's head was solid wood

I mean, my name's Jerry

Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, Jerry Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, Jerry

Dingo, Dingo, Dingo, Dingo, Dingo

It turns out he was never great

At anything we thought, of late

He sat here naked with Cheeto hands

Watching reruns of TV land

He didn't even own a PC

And never had anywhere to be

Dingo, Dingo, Dingo, Dingo

The story spread wide everywhere Dingo, Dingo, Dingo

Of how I crashed the Dingo's lair Dingo, Dingo, Dingo

And just coincidence they surmise Dingo, Dingo, Dingo

That gave me a shiny eye Dingo, Dingo, Dingo

But really, it was his roommate Joe that was the hacker

Was the only reason Joe kept him around

Guess who was on a flight to Calcutta

While we were raiding the compound

Here's a hint It wasn't Dingo

Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe

Say, oh no, I've got to go Joe, Joe

Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe

Joe Say, oh no, I've got to go

Joe, Joe