| Lyrics: | The Programmer's Lament
As I walked out in the DP Department,
As I walked out down
in DP one day,
I met a young programmer rolled up in white listings,
A-chewing his
pencil and filled with dismay.
cho:
Oh, turn the drum slowly, and print the
dump lowly,
Carry it to my desk without more delay,
Convert all the registers
to decimal notation
Blame the crash on bad data and throw it away.
Oh, once
in my car pool I used to go riding,
At nine I was here and at five I was gone;
But now
that my program's gone into production
I've so many bugs that I cannot go
home.
cho:
Oh, once my designs were the pride of the section,
For length and
completeness their equal was none;
My flow charts they flowed into modular code,
But now
it's all finished, the damn thing won't run.
cho:
@computer @work
@parody
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