Musical Interlude

Summertime

And the projects are greasy.

Parts are jumpin’

From my hands to the floor

I’ll surely get rich

When the investors come lookin’

So hush now my baby

Gimmie just one beer more

Wintertime

And the grease is all frozen

Just like my backside

When I’m down on the floor

Heat sure would be nice,

And fewer cracks ‘round the door frame

So hush now my baby,

just one coffee more

Summertime

And the project’s completed

Folks fled in terror

When they first heard the roar

France surrendered

And their money’s good looking.

So hush now my baby,

Have one champagne more.