You get a shiver in the dark, sun's shining in the park, but meantime
South of the campus you stop and you hold everything
A Sun is running Unix, System V
You feel alright when you see that prompt blink

You log in, but 'rwho' doesn't shows too many users
Coming into the computer room to use gcc and nroff
Too much competition, from other places
but not too many can type that way

burning the keyboard, burning the keyboard down

You check out "Indy" George; he knows all the commands
Mind he's strictly type, he doesn't want windows nor mouse
and an cheap R4600PC is all he can afford
When he sits down in front of the screen to install irix

And Harry doesn't mind if he has netscape installed
He's got a daytime job and he has to finish his tesis
He can use vi macros just like anything
Programming all night long C and sh

With the Sultans, with the Sultans of Unix

And a crowd of young boys the're fooling around with PC's
Point and click with their colour windows 95 and NT boxes
They don't give a damn about any command line interface
It aint what they call "User Friendly"

And the Sultans crunch numbers

And then the sysadm sits at the console
and wall at last just at the midnight:
"Please, logoff. I'm installing a bunch of patches"
And he makes it fast with one more thing...

[clickety-click...] (keyboard solo)


We are the Sultans, We are the Sultans of Unix