X-NEWS: spcvxb alt.folklore.computers: 17405 Relay-Version: VMS News - V6.0-3 14/03/90 VAX/VMS V5.4; site spcvxb.spc.edu Path: spcvxb.spc.edu!rutgers!ub!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!think.com!yale.edu!ira.uka.de!uka!irau38!hanssgen Newsgroups: alt.folklore.computers Subject: Computer Songs & Poems [part 3/5] Message-ID: From: hanssgen@ira.uka.de (Stefan Haenssgen) Date: 18 Dec 91 14:56:56 GMT Followup-To: alt.folklore.computers Organization: University of Karlsruhe, FRG Keywords: still none NNTP-Posting-Host: irau38.ira.uka.de Lines: 1009 ***BEGIN PART 3*** I'm typing backwards for Christmas, Across the TCP/IP. I'm typing backwards for Christmas, It's the finest thing for me. And so I've tried posting sideways, And mailing to the front. But people just flamed, and said, "It's a publicity stunt". So I'm typing backwards for Christmas To prove that I love you. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : I Want a New Bug Original : I Want a New Drug Group : Huey Lewis and the News Author : Nelson Bishop Intro : Song : I Want a New Bug (To the tune of: I Want a New Drug, Huey Lewis and the News) I want a new bug. One I don't have to fix. One that wont make me crash my disks. Or make me use menu picks I want a new bug One I don't have to dread. One that wont turn the cursor black Or make my graph too red. Chorus: One that wont make me nervous Wonderin' what to do. One that makes me feel Like I feel when I'm all through. When I'm all done and through. I want a new bug. One that wont kill. One that wont thrash too much Or end in a Nil. I want a new bug. One that wont go away. One that wont keep me up all night. One that wont make me work all day. (Chorus) I want a new bug. One that wont show. One that wont make it run too fast. One that wont make it run too slow. I want a new bug. One with no doubt. One that wont spin the disk too much Or make me use break out. (Chorus) @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : I am the very model of a Genius Computational Original : I am the very model of a modern major-general Group : Gilbert & Sullivan Author : (First seen at Cambridge, England?) Intro : Song : I am the very model of a genius computational: At writing of assembler code I really am sensational. I'm not afraid of SVC's, to macros I am much attached; Load modules I make elegant, well optimised, DEBUGged and PATCHed. I know the different languages: in Fortran and BCPL, In Algol, Snobol, PL/I, in Lisp and Cobol I excel. Numerical analysis? My algorithms make y' gape! I read my favourite novels in editions punched on paper tape. I'm very good at file control - my DCB's are always right. My use of ZED's so subtle, people stay to watch me half the night. I know what's wrong with the machine if it's not operational - And thus I am the model of a genius computational! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Into the Tube Original : Into The Groove Group : Madonna Author : Mike Portuesi Intro : Song : Into the Tube ============= by Mike Portuesi Sung to the tune of "Into The Groove" by Madonna And you can hack, For computation. Come on, It's waiting... Chorus: Stare into the tube, Boy, you've got to prove Your subroutine. RS-232, And full duplex too, With no parity. Hacking can be such a revelation, When you can find your missing declaration. It might be running if the code is right; I hope to fix a major bug tonight. Only when I'm hacking can I feel this free. At night I buy some Coke, And hack till after three. I'm tired of all those GOTO's by themselves. Tonight, I want to write with IF-THEN-ELSE! (chorus) You've got to type NEW in a special way, Or else it won't clear Out your first array. Don't try to run it with your memory size. I've got an error on the hard disk drive. Only when I'm hacking, Can I feel this free. At night I buy some Coke, And hack till after three. I'm tired of all those GOTO's by themselves. Tonight, I want to write with IF-THEN-ELSE! (chorus) Live out your fantasy, Written in C. Just let those macros Set you free. Touch my BREAK key, In real time. Now I'm not on line. (chorus) Only when I'm hacking, Can I feel this free. At night I buy some Coke, And hack till after three. I'm tired of all those GOTO's by themselves. Tonight, I want to write with IF-THEN-ELSE! Live out your fantasy, Written in C. Just let those macros Set you free. Touch my BREAK key, In real time. Now I'm not on line, Now I'm not on line, Now I'm not on line, Now I'm not on line (nasal, like Madonna) Now I'm not on line. (repeat chorus - fade out) @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : JES The mighty system Original : Puff the Magic Dragon Group : ? Author : ? Intro : Song : JES The mighty system Ran my C-P-U It did my work with-out a quirk And never was I blue An M-V-S sub-system JES-2 could not fail It printed jobs and punched my cards And e-ven did NET-mail My users were unhappy M-V-S was hard to learn They wanted something eas-i-er A place where they could turn So when my boss assigned me To find a better way I started searching for soft-ware That might make their day I thought we would try U-NIX But that was even worse While I-B-M has P-L-S 'C' is far too terse My time was running out And I was not inspired I knew it would be two more weeks Before I would be fired JES the mighty system Ran my C-P-U It did my work without a quirk And never was I blue An M-V-S subsystem JES-2 could not fail It printed jobs and punch my cards And e-ven did NET-mail I was getting worried And so I came to SHARE I asked around and what I found Was a big teddy BEAR Software that was simple Eas-y to understand With V-M in the world today All others would be canned My users were now happy Content and worry free V-M and friendly C-M-S Sure saved the day for me The only thing I'll miss That M-V-S pro-vides Is all that great JES-2 source code That I-B-M can't hide JES the mighty system Ran my C-P-U It did my work with-out a quirk And never was I blue An M-V-S sub-system JES-2 could not fail It printed jobs and punched my cards And e-ven did NET-mail Some systems live forever But not so M-V-S 'Cause T-S-O and S-M-P Are too much of a mess V-M is like heaven It's software you can trust But as I'm sure you're all aware That source code is a must My eyes looked t'ward tomorrow As I scratched my C-D-S I'd never have to worry now Which SYS-MODS I'd regress Without a super-visor JES-2 could not be run And so that code of Houston fame Just rode into the sun Jes the mighty system Ran my C-P-U It did my work with-out a quirk And never was I blue An M-V-S sub-system JES-2 could not fail It printed jobs and punched my cards And e-ven did NET-mail @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Just remember that you're flying o'er a disk pack.... Original : Just remember that you're standing... Group : Monty Python, (Meaning of Life) Author : Tony Duell Intro : Song : Just remember that you're flying over a disk pack that's revolving and revolving at 90,000 revs an hour and seeking at 100 tracks a second so its reckoned for a system that is the source of all our power. The disk and you and me, and all the files that we can see are transfering at 180,000 bytes a sec, in an outer system rack at 25,000 blocks an hour for controller that was made by DEC The controller itself is called an RK11-C Its 10 and a half inches side to side It's made from flip-chip, that is plain to see and the data path is 16 bits wide We're 15 devices from the bus arbitor, we get served every 200 millisec, and our system is just one of hundreds and thousands on the amazing and expanding UNIBUS The UNIBUS itself keeps on transfering and transfering all of the data it can whiz. as fast as it can go, it's asynchronous you know, 3 million bytes a second and thats the fastest that there is So remember when you're waiting for the Non-processor grant, how amazingly unlikely is a crash, And pray that someone's changed the filters last week, or we will soon be ready for the trash !!!!!! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Lambda Bound Original : Homeward Bound Group : Simon & Garfunkel Author : Guy L. Steele Jr. Intro : Song : Lambda Bound [to be sung to the tune of Homeward Bound] I'm just a little value cell, And I play my special role so well -- Hmmm -- Serving as a global switch To predicate some system glitch; But some strange value -- who knows which? -- Could cause me functions to bewitch! Lambda bound! I wish I was Lambda bound! Bound, so no SETQ's get me; Bound, so quits will reset me; Bound, where I can forget my Top-level value. It's hard to catch those system screws: 'Most any value causes me to lose -- Hmmm -- Each atom looks the same to me, Whose interned name I cannot see, And every NIL and every T Reminds me that I long to be Lambda bound! I wish I was Lambda bound! Bound, so no SETQ's get me; Bound, so quits will reset me; Bound, where I can forget my Top-level value. Next time I'll have a MAR break set And try to catch each clobber threat -- Hmmm, mmmm -- The next covert attempt to mung Will cause the MAR break to be sprung, But then the poor LISP will be hung Because I'm not as I have sung: Lambda bound! I wish I was Lambda bound! Bound, so no SETQ's get me; Bound, so quits will reset me; Bound, where I can forget my Top-level value. -- The Great Quux (with apologies to Paul Simon) @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Leavin' Fed'ral Express Original : Leavin' on a Jet Plane Group : Peter, Paul and Mary Author : Nelson Bishop Intro : Song : Leavin' Fed'ral Express (To the tune of Leavin' on a Jet Plane, Peter, Paul and Mary) All my disks are packed, no room for more, You think you'll ship me out the door, I hate to tell you I've got one more bug. But the dawn is breakin' it's early morn. The truck is waitin', he's blowin' his horn. But you've got time for just one more compile. Chorus: So link me and debug me, Try to write new code for me. You've sold me now, you've got to let me go. I'm leavin' Fed'ral Express. Don't know how you could ship this mess. Oh wait, it can't be time to go. There's so many times I've let you down. So any ancient bugs you've found. I tell you now, you ain't seen a thing. Every place I go there's bugs anew. Every one they find reflects on you. But think about the money that I'll bring. (Chorus) Now the time has come to ship me, One more time, try to link me. Then close your eyes, I'll be on my way. Dream about the days to come, When you don't rush to get things done, About the time, I wont have to say, (Chorus) @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Little PC Original : Little Deuce Coupe Group : The Beach Boys Author : Nelson Bishop Intro : There's that singing memory again. Obviously this was written fairly early in the IBM PC days when hard disks were a big deal. The network card mentioned was a pretty early offering and never worked very well. Song : Little PC (To the tune of: Little Deuce Coupe, The Beach Boys) Well I'm not braggin' boys so don't put me down. But I've got the fastest ROM boot in town. When somethin' comes up you know I don't even try. I just hit the return key an let her fly. She's my little PC, you don't know what I've got. Just a little PC with a monochrome. But we tell the other guys take your Apples home. She's got a printer port and a network board And an 8087 on the motherboard. She's my little PC, you don't know what I've got. She's got an Alpha Byte card with a 232 And her memory sings like she's cryin' the blues. And if that ain't enough to make you flip your lid, There's one more thing; I've got a hard disk daddy. When I bring her on line all I see is green, Till I turn the brightness up and clear the screen. I get bent out of shape and I start to fret, When I have to boot again 'cause there's no reset. She's my little PC, you don't know what I've got. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : The Maven Original : The Raven Group : E.A. Poe Author : The Dragon Intro : Song : The Maven Once upon a weekend weary, while I pondered, beat and bleary, Over many a faintly printed hexadecimal dump of core -- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some Source user chatting, chatting of some Mavenlore. "Just a power glitch," I muttered, "printing out an underscore -- Just a glitch and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember that old Teletype ASR, And the paper tape dispenser left its chad upon the floor. Eagerly I thought, "Tomorrow, maybe I will go and borrow >From my friend an Apple micro -- micro with a monitor -- So that I can chat at leisure, and then throw away my paper -- Lying all across the floor. And the repetitious tapping which had nearly caught me napping Woke me -- and convinced me that it could not be an underscore; Appearances can be deceiving, so I sat there, still believing; "My terminal must be receiving more express mail from the Source -- That's it -- my terminal's receiving new express mail from the Source; Posted mail and nothing more." But my curiosity grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, I stood up and crossed the room to see what waited there in store. Sticking up from the terminal were three inches or so of paper; Carefully my trembling hand tore off the scrap, and then I swore -- "What is this?", I cried in anger -- here I threw it to the floor; Blankness there and nothing more. Deep into its workings peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, What could cause the thing to stutter, dropping twenty lines or more? But the ribbon was unbroken, and the "HERE IS" gave no token, I thought the Teletype was broken, so I typed the number "4"! This I typed, and then the modem echoed back the number "4" -- Merely this and nothing more. Back then to my work returning, with my temper slowly burning, Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is just another RESET message; With my luck, there's probably expensive data to restore!" -- As it chattered, still I sat there, trying to complete my chore. "'Tis the Source and nothing more." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the dour and cryptic Maven now whose words I puzzled o'er; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the seat back's plastic lining that the lamp-light fluoresced o'er, But whose flattened plastic lining with the lamp fluorescing o'er Shall compress, ah, little more! All at once my thoughts grew clearer -- as if looking in a mirror, Now at last I understood where I had sent the number 4! "Look," I typed, "I was just testing -- did you think that I was jesting? Why was it so interesting that I typed the number 4? Did you think that you were chatting to some foolish sophomore?" Quoth the Maven, "... #4?" "Maven!" said I, "Great defender! Venerable comprehender! Whether you began this chat, or were a victim of error, Mystified, and yet undaunted, by this quandary confronted," -- (Could my terminal be haunted?) -- "tell me truly, I implore -- Can you understand my message? -- tell me, tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Maven, "#4!" "Maven!" said I, "Great pretender! Ancient Jewish moneylender! By the Source that now connects us -- by the holy Oath you swore -- Tell me in your obscure wisdom if, within your distant modem, You receive my words unbroken by backspace or underscore -- Tell me why my Teletype prints nothing but the number 4!" Quoth the Maven, "#4?" "Be that word our sign of parting, bard or friend!" I typed, upstarting -- "Get back to your aimless chatter and obnoxious Mavenlore! Leave no token of your intent -- send no messsage that you repent! Leave my terminal quiescent! -- Quit the chat hereinbefore! Type control-P (or escape), and quit this chat forevermore!" Quoth the Maven, "#4..." And the Maven, notwithstanding, still is chatting, still is chatting Over my misunderstanding of his cryptic "#4?"; And I calmly pull the cover and remove a certain lever >From the 33ASR, which I never shall restore; And a certain ASCII number that lies broken on the floor Shall be printed -- nevermore! (with no apologies whatsoever to anyone) ...the Dragon @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : My Favorite Hacks Original : My Favorite Things Group : Rodgers and Hammerstein (?) Author : Guy L. Steele Jr. Intro : Song : My Favorite Hacks [to be sung to the tune of My Favorite Things from The Sound of Music] Circular MAPCAR and ANDCA'd negation, Indirect JMP auto-incrementation, Tangled spaghetti embroidered in stacks: These are a few of my favorite hacks. Mismatched DEFINE-TERMIN pairs with .QUOTEing, Misbalanced brackets for macroed remoting, PDP-6's with chess tourney plaques: These are a few of my favorite hacks. LAMBDAs as GO TOs and spooling on TPLs, Flip-flops and bit drops and TRCE's in triples, Crufty heuristics that prune minimax: These are a few of my favorite hacks. When the bugs strike, When the disks crash, When I read this verse, I simply remember my favorite hacks And then I feel even worse! -- The Great Quux (with apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein) @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Mr. Bossman Original : Mr. Sandman Group : ? Author : Nelson Bishop Intro : this was written around release 2.5 of a product. There weren't any particularly exciting enhancements, just a bunch of tweaking, snore. Any two syllable name will substitute for Bossman, as of course it did in the original (Hi Gary :-). We never did get a plum either! Song : Mr. Bossman (To the tune of: Mr. Sandman) Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum Mr. Bossman, bring us a plum. An expert system would be lots of fun. How 'bout a new exciting project? How 'bout some brand new source and object? Mr. Bossman, how 'bout AI? We'd like to do it, we'll give it a try. Give us the word our work is no joke, Sir, And tell that the big compiles are over. Mr. Bossman, windows are nice. We'd like to do them and play with some mice. Pop-up menus would really be friendly, And local networks are just oh so trendy. Mr. Bossman (Yeees), take us off hold. This boring maintenance has gotten so old. So please bring back out happy hum. Mr. Bossman give us, please, please, please, Mr. Bossman give us a plum! Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : My Data are Over the Ocean Original : My bonnie is over the ocean Group : Traditional (?) Author : Young European Radio Astronomers Intro : Here the beginning of "My Data are Over the Ocean", created during lunch by participants of the Young European Radio Astronomers Conference in September 1989 at Kharkov, (then) USSR. This was inspired by a colleague, who couldn't read back in Europe the tape with observational data she had written at an Hawaiian observatory. The other parts of the song weren't related to computers. Song : (to the tune of "My bonnie is over the ocean") My data are over the ocean, and I cannot read them right here. My data are over the ocean, oh bring back my data to me. (Chorus) Bring back, bring back, oh bring back my data to me, to me! Bring back, bring back, oh bring back my data to me! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : My Favourite Things Original : My Favourite Things Group : ? Traditional Author : Fred Curtis Intro : Song : To be sung to the tune of "My Favourite Things" written by Fred Curtis Pointers to pointers to printf()-like functions; Unary minus and nested conjunctions; Integers, booleans, characters, strings; These are a few of my favourite things. Bach on a CD and good indentation; Not getting mugged while en route to the station; Fountains with wishes and Gnomes without slings; These are a few of my favourite things. When the bug bites! When core dumps! When the machine's had the I simply remember my favourite things And then I don't fell so sick. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Please Release Me Original : ? Group : ? Author : Nelson Bishop Intro : Song : Please Release Me Please release me let me go, My bugs aren't major anymore. To waste your time would be a sin. Release me, to Beta once again. I have found a new bug here, Too late to fix it now I fear, You can't boot warm, but must boot cold. Release me, the users never know. Please release me can't you see, You'd be a fool to cling to me. That's not a bug, but feature, dear. Release me, don't wait another year. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Ode to Amy (or: The Frontend Shuffle) Original : The Longest Time Group : Billy Joel Author : Nelson Bishop Intro : This is the best in a long line of songs I wrote for departing coworkers. Song : Ode to Amy or The Frontend Shuffle (To the tune of: The Longest Time, Billy Joel) If you said the deadline was tonight, There would still be functions left to write. What else could I do? I get the frontend from you. And I'll be coding for the longest time. Once I thought enhancements we all done. Now I know the battle can't be won. The boss will find me, Give me work and then remind me. That I'll be coding for the longest time. I'm that voice you're hearing in the hall. And we need a miracle that's all. Because we need you. And I know we'll want to see you. 'Cause we'll be coding for the longest time. Maybe this wont last very long, The new fix is right, but I could be wrong. Maybe I've been coding too hard, But I've come this far, and a bonus I hoped for. Who knows how much further we'll go on. Frontend will be broken when you're gone. I'll take my chances, I forgot this disk drive dances And I'll be coding for the longest time. I had second thoughts at the start. I said to myself I hope that she's smart. Now I know the woman that you are. Your coding is bizarre, But it's more that I hoped for. I don't care what consequence it brings. Kludge it and get on to other things. This code is so bad. I think you ought to know that I intend to debug for the longest time. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : PLIate's Dream Original : Pilate's Dream Group : from Jesus Christ Superstar Author : Guy L. Steele Jr. Intro : Song : PLIate's Dream [to be sung to the tune of Pilate's Dream from Jesus Christ Superstar] I dreamed I was a brand new language, The ultimate in speed; I handled strings as fast as RPG, And twice as easily. I crunched numbers like COBOL, Trees like APL, And FORTRAN loaned its FORMATs and GO TOs, The cause of many screws. And then a man said, "Now we'll write a monitor, With Multics what it's for. Our project is begun; We'll code in PL/I." Then I saw thousands of coders Searching for their bugs, And then I heard them mentioning my name And leaving me the blame. -- The Great Quux (with apologies to Rice and Webber) @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : The Programmer's Blues Original : (Blues) Group : Glenn Frye Author : Intro : Song : THE PROGRAMMER'S BLUES - WITH APOLOGIES TO GLENN FRYE There's trouble in the data now, I can feel it in my bones, Had a premonition that I shouldn't program alone, Had the new Rev loaded but I didn't think it'd fry, Then everything exploded and 2 weeks work blew sky-high! So baby here's a printout and a keyboard in your hand, And here's a little floppy. Now, do it just the way he planned, You debug for 20 days and I'll pay you 20 grand! I'm sorry it went down like this, but some chip had to fuse. It's the typing of the language, it's the programmer's blues... Programmer's blues... Coder's and analyst's, hacker's and sysop's, The comments and strange bomboffs, and the bugs nobody copped, No matter if it's Pascal, Basic, or Cobol, You've got to carry manuals, there's no online help at all! It's lots of rotten coffee, and lots of dirty food, Every variable name is dangerous, it might have been pre-used, It's the lure of relaxed typing, it's so easy to be crude! Perhaps you'll understand it better, when you see my tools, It's the ultimate enhancement, it's the programmer's blues... Programmer's blues... You see it in the memos, you read them every day, They say you have to fix those bugs, but they don't go away. No matter how hard you work, it just won't run ok, You bury them in subroutines, but you know they are here to stay! You hope that none'll notice them, but they always seem to do, You beg for Beta-testing, maybe one will give a clue, Down from the office of your manager, you learn the heat's on you... Heat's on you... It's a losing proposition, but one you can't refuse, It's policies of debugging, it's the programmer's blues... Programmer's blues... @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Puff the Fractal Dragon Original : Puff the Magic Dragon Group : ? Author : ? Intro : Song : Puff the Fractal Dragon (to the tune of Puff the Magic Dragon) -------------------------------------------------------------- No plain fanfold paper could hold that fractal Puff -- He grew so fast no plotting pack could shrink him far enough. Compiles and simulations grew so quickly tame And swapped out all their data space when Puff pushed his stack frame. CHORUS: Puff the fractal dragon was written in C, And frolicked while processes switched in mainframe memory. Puff the fractal dragon was written in C, And frolicked while processes switched in mainframe memory. Puff, he grew so quickly, while others moved like snails And mini-Puffs would perch themselves on his gigantic tail. All the student hackers loved that fractal Puff But DCS did not like Puff, and finally said, "Enough!" (chorus) Puff used more resources than DCS could spare. The operator killed Puff's job -- he didn't seem to care. A gloom fell on the hackers; it seemed to be the end, But Puff trapped the exception, and grew from naught again! (chorus) @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Rawhide Original : Rawhide Group : Blues Brothers Author : Michael Weber Intro : Song : (based on RAWHIDE from BluesBrothers) ------------------------------------- Rolling, rolling, rolling, When the screens are scrolling, Keep the Mouses rolling - Rawhide Cores and Shells and dither Dust bin forever Wishin` my disk was in my drive All the things I`m missin` Good Ops, Kills and Listings Are waiting at the end of my file Move `em on Hit `em up Move `em on Rawhide Cut `em out Ride `em in Cut `em out Ride `em in Rawhide Keep hackin`, hackin`, hackin` While Sysop isn`t checkin` Keep other users crackin` - Rawhide ***END PART 3*** -- ,-----,------,--,--, / / / / / Stefan Haenssgen, Comp Sci, Uni Karlsruhe, Germany / ---/-, ,-/ / / / / / / / / haenssgen@ira.uka.de or uk0w@dkauni2.bitnet /--- / / / / / / / / / / / / / "Use the SOURCE, Luke!" (Return of the RedEye Nights) '-----' '--' '--'--' "I feel a great disturbance in the SOURCE"