Roll in it

gimme gimme gimme gimme more more more
gimme gimme gimme gimme more more more
gimme gimme gimme gimme more more more
gimme gimme gimme gimme more more more

CER, they sure fell for our line
Industrial affiliates weren't too far behind
But they're small change compared to you, my love
You've got the kind of loot we're dreaming of

We don't care what you make us do
We're gonna sell ourselves wholesale to you
We wanna be just like CMU
We wanna roll in it

Can't you feel our bodies ache and yearn
To earn the kind of bucks that Dijkstra earns
And never mind the social implications
When it comes to cash, ain't no deliberation

We don't care what you make us do...

Hey, check out that robot, if you please
It can crush a commie satellite with ease
It withstands sustained nuclear barrages
And in the lab it even gives massages

Berkeley, Stanford, MIT
They all sold out, so why don't we?
We wanna take off our BVDs
And roll in it

Hey, talk about your strategy & tactics
Ain't nothing like constructive mathematics
And if you're hot on natural deduction
You can verify your weapons of destruction

Berkeley, Stanford, MIT...

(guitar solo)

gimme gimme gimme gimme more more more
gimme gimme gimme gimme more more more
gimme gimme gimme gimme more more more
gimme gimme gimme gimme more more more

Hey Mr. Schultz, you can tell this to the Gipper
We got stuff going on, gonna make him split his zipper
When he sees all that we've got goin' down
He's gonna move the Pentagon to Collegetown

We don't care what you make us do...

Berkeley, Stanford, MIT...

Mark Manasse, Anna Karlin, Dexter Kozen