An engineer told me before he died, ah ha, ah ha,
An engineer told me before he died, ah ha, ah ha,
An engineer told me before he died
And I've no reason to believe he lied,
Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha.
That he had met with great success, ah ha, ah ha,
That he had met with great success, ah ha, ah ha,
That he had met with great success,
And built a machine which could run T.S.S.
Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha.
With tapes and a drum and a disk pack too, ah ha, ah ha,
With tapes and a drum and a disk pack too, ah ha, ah ha,
With tapes and a drum and a disk pack too,
We've a million bytes to see us through,
Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha.
But though the hardware's good enough, ah ha, ah ha,
But though the hardware's good enough, ah ha, ah ha,
But though the hardware's good enough,
The software's bloody awful stuff,
Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha.