You get a project writin' code
Yeah the system's getting old, and downtime
Up on the server you stop and you save everything
The design is changing, for the fourth time
You feel alright, when you see the login screen

You step inside but you don't see too many faces
In the server room you see the net go down
Applications, and business cases
Booting up, that Microsoft sound
Way on out West
Way on out West...Redmond town

Check out UNIX George...he knows all the codes
But he's strictly admin; he doesn't want to make it print or sort
And an old HP is all he can afford,
When he hooks up to the net, to do his thing

And Harry doesn't mind if he's got a color screen
He's got a mainframe job, he's doin' alright
He can write the Cobol like anything
Stayin' up late on Friday night
With the Consultants
With the Consultants of Swing

And a crowd of young boys start rootin' around in a dumpster
Findin' scribbled passwords and old access codes

They don't give a damn about runnin' Windows on a LAN
It ain't like data, that they've stole
And Consultants
Yeah Consultants write macros!

Macros...

And then the man steps right up to the CEO,
And gets his check just as he starts to leave.
"Good night! Now it's time to go home."
But he writes one last sub-routine
We are Consultants! We are Consultants of Swing!