"There must be some way out of here,"
Said the printer to the queue.
"Too much confusion,
I don't know what to do.
Businessmen, they send me files;
Contractors read my words;
But none of them along the wire
Know that we were programmed by nerds"
"No reason to get excited,"
The queue did then return,
"There are many here among us
Who'd see the network burn
Well, you and I, we've been through that,
Our job is not complete
So let us not print slowly now
Or someone may hit Delete."
All along the net wire,
Printers ran their queues.
And all the people who came and went
Took their printouts, too.
Outside in the hallway,
A disk drive did growl.
Two writers were approaching;
SysAdmin began to howl.
(Repeat first four lines of first verse)
Written 1997 by Gerald L. Bliss (2/11/97). Scansion for this lyric was provided by the version of "Watchtower" found on the "Weeds" album by Brewer & Shipley.
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