Good Old Desk

Oowah Oowah ah ah ah-ah Oowah Oowah ah

My old desk doesn't arabesque,

in the morning when I first arrive.

It's a pleasure to see it's waiting there for me

to keep my hopes alive.

Such a comfort to know it's got no place to go,

it's always there.

It's the one thing I've got, a huge success,

my Good Old Desk.

My old desk never needs a rest,

and I've never once heard it cry.

I've never seen it tease, it's always there to please me

from nine to five.

Such a comfort to know, it's dependable and slow,

but it's always there.

It's the one friend I've got, a giant of all times,

my Good Old Desk.

Oowah Oowah ah ah ah-ah Oowah Oowah ah

My old desk isn't picturesque,

but it's happy as a desk can be.

We never say a word, but it's perfectly alright with me.

For when my heart's on the floor, I just open the drawer

of my favorite guest.

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