To the tune of (SITTIN' ON) THE DOCK OF THE BAY  by Otis Redding


Coding in the morning sun
I'll be coding when the evening comes
Wasting time all day
Trying to fix the bugs, yeah

I'm

(refrain)
Sitting on my buttox all day
Coding my life away
I'm just sitting on my butt all day
Wasting time

I lost my eyesight in teer
Man i really need a beer
'Cause my code ain't compilin
My social life is really dyin

So I'm just...
(refrain)

Looks like nothing's gonna change
Seg faults just come my way
I can't do what the compiler says
So I guess I'll post some news, and wait

Great, I'm sitting here on a Friday night
Even the dorks won't help me write
What is worth all this torture
I'm doing it for a rich future

Now, I'm just...
(refrain)
(whistle)