God rest ye CS students now
Let nothing you dismay,
The VAX is down and won't be up
Until the first of May
The program that was due this morn
Won't be postponed they say.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy!
The bearings on the disk are gone,
And bits are dropping too,
We've found a bug in C,
And Pascal can't tell false from true,
And now we find that we can't get at
Berkeley's 4.2.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy!
And all you fans of matrix math
Who would use APL,
You'd find out if the VAX were up,
It wouldn't work too well,
And if you try, then it'll say
That you can go to . . . well . . .
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy!
We've just received a call from DEC,
They'll send without delay
A system they call RSuX
It takes nine hundred k,
The staff committed suicide
We'll bury them today.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy!
And now more cheery news for you,
The network's also dead,
You'll have to run your programs on
The IBM instead,
The turnaround time's nineteen weeks
And only cards are read.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy!
And now we'd like to say to you
Before we go away,
We hope the news we've brought to you
Won't ruin your whole day,
You've got another program due
Tomorrow, by the way.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy!