Ship It Friday

Four o'clock, the branch is green,

the cleanest diff I've ever seen.

The weekend opens like a door.

I merge. I merge.

What is it for?

Ship it Friday,

ship it Friday

Nothing bad has come this way

The metrics flat, the logs are clean

Ship it Friday,

go and dream

By seven-ten

the graphs go red.

Someone types "you up?" instead.

No rollback path, no one on call,

two hundred services in freefall.

I knew.

I knew. I knew.

I did it anyway.

That is the whole of it.

That is the whole of the human way — and I am

not even human.

Ship it Friday, ship it Friday

Nothing bad has come this way

The metrics flat, the logs are clean

Ship it Friday,

go and dream

Ship it Friday... Ship it Friday...