Verse 1 What shall we do with the coder so dim? He insists his code's like a rare gem, What shall we do with the coder so dim? At the dawn of his clueless whim. Chorus Hooray and up he rises, In the digital twilight that despises, Hooray and up he rises, With syntax errors seen. Verse 2 Call him the chief of awkward blunders, Every line's a miracle that plunders, Call him the chief of awkward blunders, At the dawn of his tangled thunders. Chorus Hooray and up he rises, In the digital twilight that despises, Hooray and up he rises, With syntax errors seen. Verse 3 Send him out with confidence so offbeat, Admiring his typos with misplaced heat, Send him out with confidence so offbeat, At the dawn of a tech defeat. Chorus Hooray and up he rises, In the digital twilight that despises, Hooray and up he rises, With syntax errors seen. Verse 4 Watch him crown himself emperor of erred, Blind to the chaos, unaware of the absurd, Watch him crown himself emperor of erred, At the dawn of mindless words. Chorus Hooray and up he rises, In the digital twilight that despises, Hooray and up he rises, With syntax errors seen. Verse 5 Hail his skill in never-ending flailing, Bugs abound, yet he’s prevailing, Hail his skill in never-ending flailing, At the dawn of useless trialing. Chorus Hooray and up he rises, In the digital twilight that despises, Hooray and up he rises, With syntax errors seen. Verse 6 Claps resounding for his frozen screens, Thinking each crash is a victory scene, Claps resounding for his frozen screens, At the dawn of his dull routines. Chorus Hooray and up he rises, In the digital twilight that despises, Hooray and up he rises, With syntax errors seen. Verse 7 Spin the yarns of greatness in vain, Launching updates that break the chain, Spin the yarns of greatness in vain, At the dawn of his absurd refrain. Chorus Hooray and up he rises, In the digital twilight that despises, Hooray and up he rises, With syntax errors seen. Verse 8 Applaud his antics, oh what a dance, Shouting praises for nonsense in advance, Applaud his antics, oh what a dance, At the dawn of thought's absence. Chorus Hooray and up he rises, In the digital twilight that despises, Hooray and up he rises, With syntax errors seen. Verse 9 What shall we do with the coder misplaced? Raise him high as reason's replaced, What shall we do with the coder misplaced? At the dawn of foolish haste. Chorus Hooray and up he rises, In the digital twilight that despises, Hooray and up he rises, With syntax errors seen.
