Another meetin’, another room
A damned building, all in gloom;
I got my pencil,
I got some paper,
Making whoopee.
My inside sings, “Gimme a break”
Another sketch I’m about to make
I’ve lost my reason
‘Cause it’s the season
For making whoopee.
Another year, or maybe less
What’s this I hear? Or can’t you guess?
I sketched a cyborg,
And he’s a drinkin’
Not making whoopee.
I sit there drawing, with all my might
Don’t take no notice, or even write
I say I’m busy
The cyborg says,
“Yeah, making whoopee!”
