(to be sung to the Monkees Theme, with apologies to Boyce and Hart)

Here we come,
Walkin' down the street,
We get the funniest looks from
Ev'ry one we meet. 

Hey, hey, we're the CompScis
And people say we don't have a life.
But we're too busy coding
To give anybody strife.

We know whatever we want to,
What you say and do,
We keep an eye on your mailbox,
There's always something new. 

Hey, hey, we're the CompScis
And people think that we're really sad.
But we're too busy modding
To let people get us mad.

We're just tryin' to build servers,
Come and see our blinkenlights,
We're the CompScis of Pembroke,
And we can read bits and bytes. 

Any box,
Any software,
Just look over the source code
And guess who put it there.

Hey, hey, we're the CompScis
And people say we don't have a life.
But we're too busy gaming
To give anybody strife.

(instrumental) 

Hey, hey, we're the CompScis
And people say we don't have a life.
But we're too busy hacking
To give anybody strife.

We're just havin' LAN parties,
Come and watch us drink and play,
Optimising our hardware,
We've done our work for today.

Hey, hey, we're the CompScis,
You always know where we'll be found.
Hunched in front of workstations,
Takin' your network down.