Have you ever had sesame seeds fall under your keys
I have, I’ve
Dropped crumbs of Zagnuts and Nabisco cookies
As well
As Nestle bars and gum and cereal bits
And dribbled peach juice, stems as well as parts of the pits
And the bagels have those poppies
That just fall underneath
And you can take your Scotch tape and
Fold it and squeeze and just squeeze!
But you will never get it all out; it will sit there and taunt you
Just like those kids in third grade and the bitches that stalked you

Well boss I’m sorry
I didn’t mean to break my Dell
So tonight, tonight, tonight
I’m cleaning out my keyboard

It’s gotten sticky
My Mac is stuck it’s just not well
So today, today, today
I’m cleaning out my keyboard

They say don’t eat at your desk, ’cause you will just spill and mess up
But did I listen? No. I brought my sandwich and cheese, Puff!
They’ve formed a mountain of debris under the “T” and the “E”
Removing it is struggling like growin’ up in the “D”
And when I type the words “I type” it’s usually missing the “Y”
And if you ask me why, I’ll tell you or I’ll sit and I’ll vibe
Or I’ll wish I would die, for all the pain that I’m causin’
Just kidding, yo, it’s just a joke, it’s only hardware we’re talkin’

But really, folks, I want to know, what am I to do?
For every muffin I eat, another Gateway gets ruined
It seems small when all of your relatives are trying to sue you
And you’ve got uppers and downers and you’re tempted to use booze

I’m sorry boss man
I didn’t mean to ruin my work
So tonight, tonight, tonight
I’m cleaning out my keyboard

Just give me compressed-air cans
I promise not to huff them too
For tonight, tonight, tonight
I’m cleaning out my keyboard.

Words and Lyrics,
Wait, that’s the same thing
By Caren Lissner

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