A long, long time ago,
I can still remember,
How that MIDlet used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance,
I could make that mobile dance,
And maybe, I'd be happy for a while.

But November made me shiver,
After every profile I'd delivered.
Good news on the blog feed,
I couldn't take one more read,

I can't remember if I cried,
When I read about Android,
Something touched me deep inside,
The day Java ME died.

So bye-bye, Java ME,
Deployed my JADs to the mobile,
But the mobile was dry.
And them GUIs were LCDUI,
Couldn't send a text on the fly,
Couldn't send a text on the fly.

Did you read the book of Duke,
And do you have faith in Gos above,
If Schwartz tells you so?
Do you believe in phone control,
Can Android save the mobile call,
And can you teach me how to animate real smooth.

Well, I know that GOOG's in love with them,
Ten million bucks for the next gen,
Time to kick off your shoes,
And code reds, greens and blues.

I was a lonely teenage coding hack,
With a Java brew and a Mactop pack
But I thought I was smoking crack,
The day Java ME died.

I started singing,
Bye-bye, Java ME,
Deployed my JADs to the mobile,
But the mobile was dry.
And them GUIs were LCDUI,
Couldn't make a call on the fly,
Couldn't make a call on the fly.

Now for ten years, it's been on its own,
And JSRs grow fat on a mobile tone,
But that's not how it should have been.
When the module system was unveiled,
In a system borrowed from the fields,
And a voice that came from you and me,

And while the Duke was looking down,
OpenGL took the FX crown,
The classloader was adjourned,
No verdict was returned.
And while O'Reilly read a book on REST,
The coders practised certification tests,
And we coded to be the best,
The day Java ME died.

We were singing,
Bye-bye, Java ME,
Deployed my JADs to the mobile,
But the mobile was dry.
And them GUIs were LCDUI,
Couldn't show a map on the fly,
Couldn't show a map on the fly.

I met a girl who used NetBeans,
And I asked her for some happy scenes,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred site,
Where I'd used the code bit by byte,
But the man there said the music wouldn't play.

And in the streets, the coders gleamed,
The lovers cried, and the users dreamed.
Not a word was spoken;
The MidLETs all were broken.
And the three tech I admire most:
OpenGL, Bluetooth and MP3,
Are built-in tech with use for free
The day Java ME died.

We were singing,
Bye-bye, Java ME,
Deployed my JADs to the mobile,
But the mobile was dry.
And them GUIs were LCDUI,
Android is going to fly,
Android is going to fly.