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Two Digits For A Date Song

Two Digits for a Date (to the tune of "Gilligan's Island," more
or less)

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale Of the doom that is our
fate. That started when programmers used Two digits for a
date. Two digits for a date.

Main memory was smaller then; Hard disks were smaller, too.
"Four digits are extravagant, So let's get by with two. So let's
get by with two."

"This works through 1999," The programmers did say.
"Unless we rewrite before that It all will go away. It all will go

But Management had not a clue: "It works fine now, you bet!
A rewrite is a straight expense; We won't do it just yet. We
won't do it just yet."

Now when 2000 rolls around It all goes straight to @#%&,
For zero's less than ninety-nine, As anyone can tell. As
anyone can tell.

The mail won't bring your pension check It won't be sent to
you When you're no longer sixty-eight, But minus thirty-two.
But minus thirty-two.

The problems we're about to face Are frightening, for sure.
And reading every line of code's The only certain cure. The
only certain cure.

There's not much time, There's too much code. (And Cobol-
coders, few) When the century is finished with, We may be
finished, too. We may be finished, too.

Eight thousand years from now I hope That things weren't left
too late, And people aren't then lamenting Four digits for a
date. Four digits for a date.