A very cheesy parody of Red Barchetta.

Red Fedora

My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
It used to be a server farm
Before the Data Law

And on Sundays I elude the Eyes
And hop the Turbine Freight
To Far outside the Lockdown Web
Where my white-haired uncle waits

Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine

Down in his barn
My Uncle preserved for me 
An old machine
For fifty odd years
To keep it as new has been
His dearest dream

I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining box
A brilliant red Fedora
From a better, vanished time

Ooh, fire up the willing server
Responding with a hum
Fan blowing dust out
I commit my weekly crime

Hum
In my ears
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenalin surge

Well-weathered keyboard
Hot plastic and grease
Stale co-locate air
Screenlight on grime
The blur of the bash prompt
Every nerve aware

Suddenly ahead of me,
Across the firewall
A gleaming viral port scanner
Starts probing down the hall

I spin around with compiz fusion
To run the deadly race
Go screaming through the server room
To run a signal trace

Type like the wind
Straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud 
With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan. 

With a honeypot
I leave the giants hacking all the way inside
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle at the fireside