Disgusting. Mom at the very, very bottom, all too soon to vanish into Max's Great Bit Bucket.

That did it. Oh no.

An old programmer went 'boarding out one dark and windy day
Upon a tube he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty bunch of ancient code he saw
Flowin' through the ragged cards and up a cloudy draw.

Their bytes were still on fire and their holes were punched by steel
Their IBMs were black and shiny and their hot chads he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they fluttered through the sky
For he saw the coders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cries

Yippie i ohhh
Yippie i aye
Bit buckets in the sky

Their faces pale, their eyes were glazed
Their tee shirts soaked with sweat
They're tryin' hard to catch those cards
But they ain't caught 'em yet
Cause they got to write code forever on that 360 in the sky
On Hollerith decks a-jammin' they raise their mournful cries.

(Chorus)

As the coders punched on by him he heard one call his name
'If you wanna save your soul from Hell a-codin' in Fortran
Then coder change your ways today or with us you will code
Tryin to hack the devil's code across these endless cards."

Chorus ad nauseam.