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I'm picking up the buzz and the ever-present hum
Of the bee in her bonnet, and the thunder in her drum
The medium is the message, the bird is on the wing
This could be a showdown, 'cause I'm down on everything
Whatever I do, that's all it is. Whatever I do, that's all it is
Whatever I do, that's all it is. Whatever I do, that's all it is
You could have made it easy, you could have made it sing
You could have made it never mind, instead of lose or win
Well that's a pretty picture, and that's a pretty sight
But that's another story, so long, goodnight
They say that women are from venus, and big boys come from Mars
But I like flowers and chocolate, and she likes racing cars
Some people beg to differ, just a difference of degree
But this is neither here nor there, that's my philosophy
Whatever I do, that's all it is. Whatever I do, that's all it is
Whatever I do, that's all it is. Whatever I do, that's all it is
Well I'm picking up the buzz and the ever-present hum
Of the bee in her bonnet, and the thunder in her drum