Bi_ts

Reprinted from Songworm 1
This parody was sung by Leslie Fish on Tapeworm 2

Parody of “Boots”, words by Rudyard Kipling , music by Leslie Fish

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Parody lyrics ©1987-03-09 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.

We’re

Am crunch

, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunching on a subroutine.

E Crunch

, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunching on a

Am sub

routine.

Am Bits

, bits,

A7 bits

, bits,

Dm filling

up our

G memory

:

There’s

C no

disch

G arge

from the

Am core

.

One, two, four, one:  eight bits in each byte we take. 
Four, eleven, seventeen:  thirty-two bits in a word. 
Bits, bits, bits, bits, filling up our memory: 
There’s no discharge from the core.

We can deal with integers and characters, 
But not not not not the gritty feeling of 
Bits, bits, bits, bits, filling up our memory: 
There’s no discharge from the core.

’T’ain’t so bad by day with all the businessmen, 
But night brings ’long hackers with their forty million 
Bits, bits, bits, bits, filling up our memory: 
There’s no discharge from the core.

I’ve deduced the nature of the Deity. 
He is not fire, lightning bolts or anything but 
Bits, bits, bits, bits, in galactic memory 
That floats somewhere near the core.

And these very albums that you listen to 
Soon will bear no trace of any analog: 
Just bit, bits, bits, bits, capturing the music but 
At twice the charge in the stores.