Lyrics

Verse 1:
In a world of Power B.I, we shine so bright,
Azure and Databricks, coding through the night.
But when the meeting starts, oh, here comes the wail,
“Can you send it in a PDF? I need it in my mail!”

Chorus:
We’re going back, back, back to the stone age,
With PDFs and printouts, we’re stuck in a cave.
We’ve got the tech, the tools, the spark, the blaze,
But they want Excel sheets in their old-school ways.

Verse 2:
We’ve got dashboards so sleek, insights in a flash,
Real-time data streams, no need for cash.
But the boss insists, with a grin so bold,
“Just print it out for me, so I can see it old.”

Chorus:
We’re going back, back, back to the stone age,
With PDFs and printouts, we’re stuck in a cave.
We’ve got the tech, the tools, the spark, the blaze,
But they want Excel sheets in their old-school ways.

Bridge:
Oh, the irony, we’re tech-savvy and grand,
But we’re stuck in the past, hand in hand.
Export to Excel, then print it out,
Efficiency lost, makes us wanna shout!

Verse 3:
Data lakes and AI, we’re ahead of the pack,
But they want it in a format that’s taking us back.
“We need it for the meeting,” they always plea,
So we send it in PDF, with a tear and a plea.

Chorus:
We’re going back, back, back to the stone age,
With PDFs and printouts, we’re stuck in a cave.
We’ve got the tech, the tools, the spark, the blaze,
But they want Excel sheets in their old-school ways.

Outro:
So here’s to the future, where change might stick,
Where PDFs and printouts won’t make us sick.
Till then, we’ll comply, with a sigh and a frown,
Hoping one day, we’ll turn this around!