Probably the one with the last few verses like:
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
Where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my dongle lying on a blanket
Next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
The Prop Shop wanted forty bucks, but I got mine back for seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
And put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
But I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable dongle.