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Deck the LabSung to the tune of "Deck the Halls"Written by Astrid Bellem, Karen Conway,
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Deck the lab with plates and strips Fa la la la la la la la la An assembly line - let `er rip Fa la la la la la la la la Golden arches look absurd Fa la la la la la la la la In 6 months 10,000 served Fa la la la la la la la la Fill the lab with 615's Fa la la la la la la la la Read your plates and find the means (Grinding plate noises) Off we go to P. Y. Wong's Oh no oh no oh no Don't be here if things go wrong Fa la la la la la la la la Fast away the trial passes Fa la la la la la la la la Now no longer the plate crashes Fa la la la la la la la la Sing we now in praise together Fa la la la la la la la la We're CyberFluor and still together Fa la la la la la la la la |
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MBA'sSung to the tune of "Jingle Bells"Written by the RDC Christmas Committee 1987 |
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Chorus: MBA's, MBA's, Business all the way! Oh what fun to wear a tie And bring home 50k! MBA's, MBA's, Business all the way! You can drive an Audi when you get your MBA! Verse 1: A day or two ago I thought I'd take a rest And found an MBA Was seated at my desk. I went back to the lab And wrote myself a note To get a desk I'd have to learn The latest market quotes. Oh! Repeat Chorus but substitute last line: You can own a condo when you get your MBA! Verse 2: So now I know the way To get myself ahead I'll wear a three-piece suit And earn myself some bread. I'll soon be selling short, I'll work at King and Bay, The market would have never crashed If I'd had my MBA! Oh! Repeat Chorus but substitute last line: You can rule the country when you get your MBA! |
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Twas the Day of the DemoSung to tune of "Twas the Night Before Christmas"Written by Astrid Bellem, Karen Conway,
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Twas the day of the demo, and all through the place The strain was showing on everyone's face Rob fretted all night, it was easy to tell In hopes that the instruments all would work well Paul's suit had creases as sharp as a knife On the demo's success he has wagered his life The plane has not landed, or so we were told And no one quite knew who we were about to behold A banker, an agent, and a "scientist" type Do they know about assays? Is the software all right? Ten o`clock, twelve o`clock, a quarter to two They're still in a meeting, when will they come through? And finally then, the big moment came The persons appeared, they all looked the same A hmm and a look, a question or two From what could be seen, it all seemed quite smooth When out of the lab, there arose such a clatter I sprang from my bench to see what was the matter Away to the lab, I flew like a flash Tore open the door and side stepped the trash Rob: I with my tool case, Astrid: and I with my hook Both: Off we ran to get a close look When what to our wondering eyes should appear But a miniature van and eight tiny reindeer With a little old driver, who had come from afar I knew in a moment, it must be JR More rapid than eagles, off the line they came And he whistled, and shouted and called them by name "On unit one, on unit two, on three and on four" "On five, on six, seven and more" "On this bench, off that bench, by this wall" "Come along, come along, fluorometers for all!" He was dressed in plaid from his head to his toes And his clothes were all covered with feathers and snow A bundle of lasers he had flung on his back And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack He was huffing and puffing - a right jolly old elf And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head Soon gave us a know, we had nothing to dread He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work He fixed the machines, then turned with a jerk Laying his finger on the side of his nose And giving a nod, the wellmap was chose He sprang to his van, to his team gave a whistle And away they flew, as quick as a thistle But I heard him shout, as they flew out of sight "Merry Christmas to all - and to all a good night!" |
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Will It Sell?Sung to the tune of "Jingle Bells"Written by Astrid Bellem, Karen Conway,
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Looking at the year With 615's in disarray Past the demos we go Praying all the way! (ho ho!) Distributors are in line Making spirits high Oh what fun it is to make the marketing strategy! Chorus: Will it sell? Who can tell? Worry all the way Oh what fun to make a plan and change it the next day! Hey! Will it sell? We can tell! Fisher signed today Oh Italy, Germany and CMS We're laughing all the way! |
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