The Song of the Computerized Bandits
They say we're naughty rogues,
And there's no way to stop us,
Give us laptops —
We'll hack the Internet.
Oh-la-la, oh-la-la,
We won't pay a single ruble,
Oh-la-la, oh-la-la, Op-pa!

Don't seek salvation in vain,
For we are smarter than everyone!
Your clever defenses
We'll crack like a nut.
Uh-uh-uh, eh-eh-eh,
We'll get in everywhere without hindrance,
Wai-wai-wai, open the files!

They say we're naughty rogues,
And, von Heyman, forgive us,
We spawn such glitches —
You'll never clear them away.
Pam-pam-pam, ta-ra-ram,
There are no programs without bugs,
Ta-ra-ram, tram-pam-pam, so there!

We think in machine code,
This is top-level mastery!
Our newest virus
Will wish everyone a Happy New Year.
One-two-three, three-two-one,
We write viruses to order,
Tuk-tuk-tuk, expect a glitch
At midnight!