We set sail on the New Economy
    From a distant shore
    The winds blew away from recession
    Poverty no more
    Money for the asking
    a Market-Plan would be nice
    The Wall Street boys were writing checks
    they said "Hey, techie, name your price"

      And after computers
      Nate wants to fly to mars
      After computers
      I just want to sing in bars

    We set sail on the New Economy
    The seas were bright and calm
    We had faith in our maiden ship:
    Santa Maria dot com
    But then a storm blew in the economy
    And there's mutiny in the rank
    And a wave overtook us
    And our little ship just sank

      And after computers
      Nate wants to fly to mars
      After computers
      I just want to sing in bars

      After computers
      Nate wants to fly to mars
      After computers
      I just want to sing in bars
      or maybe the subway,
      or central park,
      or maybe in Carnegie Hall
      After computers
      I don't want technology at all