Oowah Oowah ah ah ah-ah Oowah Oowah ah
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My old desk doesn't arabesque,
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in the morning when I first arrive.
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It's a pleasure to see it's waiting there for me
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to keep my hopes alive.
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Such a comfort to know it's got no place to go,
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it's always there.
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It's the one thing I've got, a huge success,
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my Good Old Desk.
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My old desk never needs a rest,
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and I've never once heard it cry.
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I've never seen it tease, it's always there to please me
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from nine to five.
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Such a comfort to know, it's dependable and slow,
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but it's always there.
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It's the one friend I've got, a giant of all times,
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my Good Old Desk.
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Oowah Oowah ah ah ah-ah Oowah Oowah ah
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My old desk isn't picturesque,
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but it's happy as a desk can be.
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We never say a word, but it's perfectly alright with me.
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For when my heart's on the floor, I just open the drawer
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of my favorite guest.
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And what do I see? But a picture of me
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working at my Good Old Desk.
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Oowah Oowah ah ah ah-ah Oowah Oowah ah
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Good Old Desk
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| Harry Nilsson |
