Sung to the tune of Saturday Night in Toledo Ohio
Saturday night at Carnegie-Mellon
Is like being nowhere at all.
All through the day, how the classes drag by,
You sit on the Cut and you watch the sod die...
Ah, but after the sunset, the dusk, and the twilight,
When shadows of night start to fall,
They lock up the libraries precisely at 10,
And the people who nerd there are not seen again.
Just two lonely hackers from Morewood E-tower
And a green man from places unknown (`ces unknown)
All huddled together around Serv-O-Mation
To spend their all-nighters alone!
You ask how I know of Carnegie-Mellon?
Well, I spent four years there one night;
They've got entertainment to dazzle your eyes:
Go visit Herb Simon and his Nobel Prize!
But let's not forget how the folks at Carnegie
Unselfishly gave us the screw.
Exams keep you late,
Even Christmas must wait,
But come back for classes on enrollment date.
"Our hand's in your pocket" -- that should be their motto
Let's watch tuition rates rise (`shin rates rise)
And after five years here at Carnegie Mellon...
Cyert, we bid you good bye.
(Russ Smith in falsetto: "G'bye!")