The Developer

The Developer

Billy Joel sat at a bar, while folks put bread in his jar. We prefer laptops.

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"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

"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: Evan 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

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