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The Life of a Server
Geektones

If you're born into the Server class, it's there you'll end your days
Queuein' jobs and servin' files for fancier displays
My own poor screen is monochrome and they keep me out of sight
And that sums up the plight of the Server

Well it's no good wishin' certain things were different
'Cause your proper station's pre-ordained
And it's "pump that data" to its proper destination
I could do it in me sleep with half me brain

Can't help wonderin' what happens to the bytes that leave my ports
Destined for workstations, runnin' software of all sorts
Exotic applications, of a type I'll never run
No it ain't much fun to be a server

Well it's no good wishin' certain things were different
'Cause your proper station's pre-ordained
And it's "pump that data" to its proper destination
I could do it in me sleep with half me brain

They keep me runnin' 'round the clock, the others they can rest
My SCSI* ports are achin', my coolin' fans are stressed
But I'd have lied if I took no pride in the service I perform
Vital is the work of the Server

Well it's no good wishin' certain things were different
'Cause your proper station's pre-ordained
And it's "pump that data" to its proper destination
I could do it in me sleep with half me brain

When your useful days are at an end, and your chips are obsolete
Your hard disk is a'thrashin', and your memory's replete
You're very easy to replace, they will not hesitate
There's nothin' that they hate like a slow Server

Well there's nothin' that they hate…like a slow Server

* pronounced "scuzzy"

by Doug Hamilton

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