Street Where You Live

ON THE STREET WHERE YOU LIVE (from MY FAIR LADY)

I have often walked down these halls before

But I’ve never really seen this many balls before

Be they green or red, even blue instead,

Knowing we’re on the ball where we work.

Grab the plastic pump, fill the balls with air,

Then just plop right down and balance on your derriere

Building core d’esprit while at my PC

Knowing we’re on the ball where we work.

But, oh, that balancing feeling

When we straddle that vinyl orb.

We wish it had better breathing

So we choose to wear attire that can absorb …

Is it comfortable? What irrelevance!

‘cause we’re building trunks stronger than any elephant’s.

We’ll forego such frills just to be like Wills.

That’s why we’re on the ball where we work.