Some people say an app is made outta cash
A program's made outta duct tape and Bash
Duct tape and Bash and silicone
Design that's a-weak and a hack that's strong
You code sixteen megs, what do you get
Another day deeper in technical debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin', it was cloudy and wet
I picked up my keyboard and logged onto the net
I wrote sixteen megs of uncompiled code
And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"