The Ballad Of The Y2K(sing to the tune of "Gilligan's Island")Just sit right back and you'll hear a taleOf the doom that is our fate.That started when programmers usedTwo digits for a dateTwo digits for a dateRAM memory was smaller then;Hard drives were tiny, too."Four digits are extravagant,So let's get by with two.So let's get by with two.""This works through 1999,"The programmers did say."Unless we write new code by thenThe data goes away.The data goes away."But management had not a clue;"It works fine now, you bet!Rewriting code cost money,We won't do it just yet.We won't do it just yet."Now when 2000 rolls aroundIt all goes straight to hell,For zero less then ninety-nine,As anyone can tell.As anyone can tell.The mail won't bring your pension check;It won't be sent to youWhen you're no longer sixty-eightBut minus thirty-two.But minus thirty-two.The problems we're about to faceAre frightening, for sure.And reading every line of code'sThe only certain cure.The only certain cure.[ key change, the big finish coming ]There's not much time, there's too much code,And COBOL-coders, few.When the century is finished,We may be finished, too.