Leavin’ Fed’ral Express

To the tune of “Leavin’ on a Jet Plane” by Peter, Paul and Mary

All my disks are packed, no room for more,
You think you’ll ship me out the door,
I hate to tell you I’ve got one more bug.
But the dawn is breakin’ it’s early morn.
The truck is waitin’, he’s blowin’ his horn.
But you’ve got time for just one more compile.


So link me and debug me,
Try to write new code for me.
You’ve sold me now, you’ve got to let me go.
I’m leavin’ Fed’ral Express.
Don’t know how you could ship this mess.
Oh wait, it can’t be time to go.

There’s so many times I’ve let you down.
So any ancient bugs you’ve found.
I tell you now, you ain’t seen a thing.
Every place I go there’s bugs anew.
Every one they find reflects on you.
But think about the money that I’ll bring.


Now the time has come to ship me,
One more time, try to link me.
Then close your eyes, I’ll be on my way.
Dream about the days to come,
When you don’t rush to get things done,
About the time, I wont have to say,


Author : Nelson Bishop <nelson@natinst.com>

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