Well they called it a system and said it was hot
They called it a standard (except when it's not)
You're moored to the past by the software you bought
Technologically, DOS has got less:
Unix is God's O.S. That's what I said:
Unix is God's O.S., Unix is God's O.S.
Dontcha know that we hack with some powerful tools
They aren't user-friendly, they aren't made for fools
We don't wear ties like our managers do
Ubigots end up in Test...
So come on you sinner, heed Uncle Jack
There's nothing like Unix when you need to hack
Shut down your dos-box and send it right back;
Get down on your knees and confess
Unix is God's O.S. Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-woa.
I tell your Unix is God's O.S., Unix is God's O.S.
You got a thick Tech Ref and a list of every Interrupt two-one,
You wear a suit each day, mmmm, got an E.G.A.,
Switch to Unix instead and I guar-an-tee plenty of new fun.
You use the backslash key, where Ken and Dennis said it's s'posed to be
Wo-wo-wo
Well they say there's a future, in a matter of days
They push vaporware in their five dot oh haze
I'd rather work with real hackers than with M.B.A.'s
The hackers got messier desks
You know that Unix is God's O.S. Oh baby babe,
I tell you Unix is God's O.S., Unix is God's O.S.
Said your purchasing department told you that you're a dos shop
You're a victim of the clone war draft, mmm, and the big blue shaft
Oh oh oh, come on, come on, you bozo, lose your dos box
That CPM kludge is chock-full of ad hocs
Batch files at boot-time that make you set clocks
Unix is clearly best
(Repeat chorus)
-- S. Luke Jones