Millenium Pie
Gathen, Bill
bgathen at usxchange.com
Wed Aug 18 08:34:05 CDT 1999
> > >Written by Scott McNulty
> >
> > >Millennium Pie (with apologies to Don McLean, American Pie)
> >
> > >
> > > A long, long time ago...
> > > I can still remember how
> > >
> > > Computers used to make me smile.
> > > And I knew if I had my chance,
> > > That I could make electrons dance,
> > > And maybe I'd be happy for a while.
> > >
> > > But January made me shiver,
> > > it chilled me deep down in my liver,
> > > Bad news I'd collected...
> > > I couldn't get connected.
> > >
> > > I can't remember back that day
> > > When I first knew the Y2K
> > > But something touched me anyway,
> > > The day computers died.
> > >
> > > So, ...Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi
> > > Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry
> > > And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies
> > > Saying this will be the day I retire
> > > this will be the day I retire
> > >
> > > Can you write in C plus plus ?
> > > And do you have faith in your local bus
> > > If the driver tells you so ?
> > >
> > > Do you believe in Compaq's goals
> > > Can software save your mortal soul
> > > And can you teach me how to type real slow ?
> > >
> > > Well I thought that you were prepared
> > > 'Cause your memo said you weren't impaired
> > > Your stationery's swell
> > > But you can go to hell
> > >
> > > I was a lonely teenage Unix hack
> > > With an incantation and a modem jack
> > > but I knew the cat had left the sack
> > > The day computers died
> > > I started singin'...
> > >
> > > Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi
> > > Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry
> > > And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies
> > > Saying this will be the day I retire
> > > this will be the day I retire
> > >
> > > Now for 10 years we've ignored the threat
> > > And we haven't solved the problem yet
> > > But that's not how it used to be
> > >
> > > When the luddites read for the king and queen
> > > with a light they filled with kerosene
> > > And some manuals they stole from you and me
> > >
> > > And while Bill Gates was looking pleased
> > > Time stole his monopolies
> > > The courtroom was adjourned
> > > No verdict was returned
> > >
> > > While Apple tried a color scheme
> > > The engineers returned to steam
> > > And we had purges of their dreams
> > > The day computers died
> > > We were singin'
> > >
> > > Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi
> > > Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry
> > > And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies
> > > Saying this will be the day I retire
> > > this will be the day I retire
> > >
> > > Intel inside in an iron smelter
> > > The food leftover from my fallout shelter
> > > Twinkies old and aging fast
> > >
> > > I'd rather eat the grass
> > >
> > > Q and A tried for a system crash
> > > With the tester on the sidelines in a cast
> > >
> > > Now the timeshare net was running Doom
> > > While mainframes played a marching tune
> > > We all tried to log in
> > > Oh, but we never could begin
> > >
> > > 'Cause Cobol tried to take the field,
> > > And Holerith refused to yield.
> > > Do you recall what was revealed,
> > > The day computers died?
> > > We started singing
> > >
> > > Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi
> > > Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry
> > > And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies
> > > Saying this will be the day I retire
> > > this will be the day I retire
> > >
> > > There we were all in a state
> > > A generation- really late
> > > With no time left to start again
> > >
> > > So come on mouse be nimble, mouse be quick
> > > Don't let my spreadsheet data stick
> > > 'Cause data is the devil's only friend.
> > >
> > > As I watched him on my screen
> > > My hands and face were drenched in steam
> > > No angel born in hell
> > > Could run that stupid shell
> > >
> > > And as the ball climbed high into the night
> > > To call the sacrificial night
> > > I saw Dick Clark laughing with delight
> > > the day computers died.
> > >
> > > I met a girl with a cell phone
> > > And I asked her for a dial tone
> > > But she just smiled and turned away
> > >
> > > I went down to the software store
> > > Where I'd seen computers years before
> > > But the man there said the games there
> > > wouldn't play
> > >
> > > And in the streets the children screamed
> > > The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
> > > their interface was spoken
> > > The Internet was broken
> > >
> > > And the three things I connect to most
> > > The Website, Lan and the Network host
> > > Every single one was toast
> > > The day computers died
> > > They were singin'
> > >
> > > Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi
> > > Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry
> > > And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies
> > > Saying this will be the day I retire
> > > this will be the day I retire
> > >
> > >
> > > Copyright ScottMcNulty.
> > July 1999
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