Some sex-chatting evening,
You may find a stranger,
You may find a stranger
In a crowded chat room.
Someone you don't know. . .
Could be gal or man.
But you do not care,
You will chat again and again.

Some sex-chatting evening,
Someone may be jacking
Into the Net, whacking
To words in the chat room.
And byte after byte,
The packets, they stream.
The pound of the hacker
Begins as he dreams.

(Using sex-feign bits,
She talks like a guy.
Foolin' and teasin'--
Nom de Net is "Ty.")

Some sex-chatting evening,
As you search for true love
You find one who'll call you,
But her baritone booms.
You try to decide,
While holding the phone:
She could be your wife,
But she might have a bone.

You meet and mount her,
Learn why her name's Joe.