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Dark drive down the Five at seventy-five I am destitute and stranded Sense to be made, I am afraid I need to understand it Ask a stupid question You might get a sideways quote The reasonable would demand it It is what it is what it is Thirty years old, naked and cold A child without a mission There always is a deadline and that's fine I'll follow the tradition The audience is bated I've got it by the throat That monumental big decision It is what it is what it is It is what it is what it is It is what it is what it is It is what it is what it is It is what it is What is it? What kind? What type? What brand? What influenced its origin? Well, five in a room Alive, empty tomb The fear of doing nothing A foolish apparition, a donkey in a zebra's coat All I know is what I'll say—this one thing It is what it is what it is It is what it is what it is |