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