The coolest place to record a recording
It's not too crowded in the studio,
just Darcy, Geordie, and me.
The bus ride down from Whitehorse
was as long as a mayfly's life
And an old man with a stutter
told me the best joke of all time
and he gave me a wink and said,
F -F -F -F -F -F -F -FIRE!
And I laughed, And I sang.
This charm life is charming
The work feels a lot like pleasure,
And there's a season for leisure,
I love all of the things that we both make
I love their tricks, and their games,
and their millions of names
Has the cyclist cycled by
with her pant legs tucked in so tight?
I wonder what kind of white wine
they'll be drinking at home tonight?
Spring will bring the flowers
to the feet of the city trees
And the honey bees will buzz subtly
And the rab bis an d the ministers
will play rock, paper, scissors in the park
To decide once and for all
whether unicorns were left behind
And the bears in the woods
and the coopers in the bars
In the beaches, in the sharks, in the cars
We'll say this charm life is charming
Work feels a lot like pleasure
And a season for leisure,
and a season for pleasure
I love the things that people make
I love their tricks and their games
And the millions of names
The wrong answers and the right mistakes
One, two, three, knock your door down
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