From: MegaMole Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett Subject: [I] Right (filk) Date: Sat, 8 Apr 2000 22:43:40 +0100 Blame Cookie for the idea. And Barry for egging him on (though how he could do that when the Sad One doesn't like eggs is hard for me to guess). This is in sort of homage to Peter's new computer, too. And to the spirit of adventure (80' proof) that lives in Gid's pshed. And to fun with Linux installs. Wonder if this should go to rec.music.filk, too? They won't get the injokes, but still... Tune - Right, said Fred (the original - not that dreck 90s band with the oiled muscles and posing pouches). ====== Right, said Gid Plug it in the network, One each end and steady as we go Tried to /root it Couldn't even boot it We was getting nowhere and so We Had a pint of beer and Right, said Gid Go and email Cookie Up comes Cookie from the floor below After straining A format, some complaining, We was getting nowhere, and so We Had a pint of beer and Cookie had a think and he thought We ought To clean the motherboard out And change the power cord out But it did no good; Well, I never thought it would Oh Right, said Gid Have to take the disk off To get that drive off wouldn't take a mo Took its drive off Even turned the live off Should have got us somewhere But no... So Gid said "Let's have another pint of beer", And we said "Right-o". Oh Right, said Gid Have to take the door off Need more air to boot the so-and-so; Broke the muvver Taking off the cover, *And* it got us nowhere and so We Had a pint of beer and Right, said Gid Have to take the modem That there modem's gonna have to go Modem came out Even then - a flame-out, We was getting nowhere and so We Had a pint of beer and Cookie had a think and he said look Gid I got a workaround, pard - If we removed the sound card With a kick or two We could pull the blighter through Oh Right, said Gid, And he took down the backplate With his wrench till the motherboard appeared That fix didn't suit her - Half a ton of puter Fizzled like the bristles of his beard... So Cookie and me had another pint of beer And then we went home. "Now I said to Cookie, we'll just have to leave it running Windows, that's all. You see the trouble with Gid is, he's... hoom... he's too... hasty. Now you never get nowhere if you're too hasty. Hoom, hom." -- * MegaMole, The Official Enrico Basilica : Chocolate rix in thy tum * Wearer of the Waistcoat of Despair (sob) and Patron Faint of Falfetto Firukojutsu-no-Sensei - mail: / NEWER MOLEHILL! at