My Good Old Desk- by Harry Nilsson



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My old desk doesn’t arabesque,

in the morning when I first arrive.

It’s a pleasure to see its 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, its dependable and slow,

but it’s always there.

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

my Good Old Desk.



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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 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.



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