The Developer
Billy Joel sat at a bar, while folks put bread in his jar. We prefer laptops.
"The Developer"
The Zoom pops up for the standup call,
The regular group stumbles in,
There’s an old bug that’s been plaguing me,
As I wait for the call to begin…
The PM quotes some syntax from yesteryear,
I’m not really sure what it shows,
But it runs and its neat and it’s Turing complete,
And shows up on Stack Overflows…
La La-la, witty da,
Blah blah, witty da, da dum…
Test and deploy, you developers,
Push 1.0 tonight,
You can sing ‘till you run out of memory,
And check if it’s up at first light…
Now Andrew my friend is a 10x guy,
Reviews my PRs with glee,
He’s a good-tripping bloke,
But I feel like a joke
Coding faults that I never foresee
He says “Coop, you’re a donkey, you’re killing me!”
“That last bug took me hours to trace...”
You should go write satirical parodies,
And get the hell out of this place!”
Oh La La-la, witty da,
Blah blah, witty da, da dum…
Now one of our devs turns evangelist,
For frameworks he’s used all his life,
And he’s pairing with Janet who tells him to can it,
“You’re like a C# Barney Fife.”
And the client just fidgets impatiently,
Thinking “surely, the launch is postponed,”
But we soldier along optimistically,
Our agile skills, brilliantly honed…
Test and deploy, you developers,
Push 1.0 tonight,
You can sing ‘till you run out of memory,
And check if it’s up at first light…
It’s a pretty good retro when Friday comes,
And the client delivers a smile,
For they love what they see from their friends at AE
From the code to the team to the style…
And the keyboard feels like an instrument,
Tapped by fingers so dextrous and clear,
At the desk, in the car, we’re a bug abattoir,
And indeed, that is why we are here!
Test and deploy, you developers,
Push 1.0 tonight,
You can sing ‘till you run out of memory,
And check if it’s up at first light…
Written By: "Weird Ev" Coopersmith & AE Studio
"The Piano Man"
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday,
The regular crowd shuffles in,
There's an old man sittin' next to me,
Makin' love to his tonic and gin
He says "Son can you play me a memory?"
I’m not really sure how it goes,
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete,
When I wore a younger man's clothes…
La, la-la, di-di-da,
La-la di-di-da da-dum
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke
Or to light up your smoke
But there's some place that he'd rather be
He says “Bill, I believe this is killing me”
As a smile ran way from his face
"Well, I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place”
Oh, la, la-la, di-di-da
La-la, di-di-da da-dum
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the navy
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
It’s a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say man what are you doin' here?
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Written By: Billy Joel, circa 1973
