Good Old Desk
Oowah Oowah ah ah ah-ah Oowah Oowah ah



My old desk doesnt arabesque,

in the morning when I first arrive.

Its a pleasure to see its waiting there for me

to keep my hopes alive.

Such a comfort to know its got no place to go,

its always there.

Its the one thing Ive got, a huge success,

my Good Old Desk.



My old desk never needs a rest,

and Ive never once heard it cry.

Ive never seen it tease, its always there to please me

from nine to five.

Such a comfort to know, its dependable and slow,

but its always there.

Its the friend Ive got, a giant of all times,

my Good Old Desk.



Oowah Oowah ah ah ah-ah Oowah Oowah ah



My old desk isnt picturesque,

but its happy as a desk can be.

We never say a word, but its perfectly alright with me.

For when my hearts on the blow, I just open the drawer

of my favorite desk.

And what do I see? But a picture of me

working at my Good Old Desk.



Oowah Oowah ah ah ah-ah Oowah Oowah ah