A long long time ago, I can still remember how Teaching used to make me smile.   And I knew if I took my turn, That I could make those students learn, And maybe they'd be smarter for a while.   But those computers made me shiver, With evey lesson they'd deliver. Bad news on the network: A web site's doing my work.   I can't remember if I cried When my password was verified. I knew I had Intel inside, The day the blackboards died.   We we're singin'... On-line, education's divine Called my teacher, couldn't reach her Cause her modem's online. Them good old books used to suit me just fine. Save me from this new paradigm! Save me from this new paradigm!   Can you write HTML? Do you have faith in AOL? If the network tells you so?   Do you believe in William Gates? Will Netscape ever raise its rates? And what if my modem's real slow?   Well I know that you're the teacher's pet, 'Cause I saw you surfin' on the net. You downloaded the news: I love the sites you choose.   I was a happy, middle-aged teaching prof, With a lecture notes and a piece of chalk, But no one listened t my talk, The day the blackboards died.   And I was singin'... On line, education's... (Chorus)

There we were all in one place, Lost again in cyberspace, With no time left to find our way.   So post your lessons on the net: The webmaster will not forget -- There's a new game that the students want to play.   The lecture hall was set to go; But the students: no they didn't show. We all got up to teach, But no one heard our speech.   Computers tried to take the field, But the teachers they refused to yield. Do you recall what was revealed, The day the blackboards died?   They we're singin'... On line education's (Chorus)   I met a teacher, chalk in hand, Who hadn't joined the networked band: She just smiled and seemed resigned.   I went down to the schoolhouse door, Where I'd learned my lessons years before. It was closed up, cause the school had gone on-line.   But on the web, the children learned; Sites were browsed and pages turned, But not a word was spoken; The blackboards all were broken.   And the web site I admire most, With hamster dance and forms to post, Just linked a brand new server host, The day the blackboards died.   We we're singin'... On-line, education's divine Called my teacher, couldn't reach her Cause her modem's online. Them good old books used to suit me just fine. Save me from this new paradigm! Save me from this new paradigm!