There is a drawer in this studio,
We call the drawer of Doom,
Its been the ruin of many a long day,
And my god today is one.
Now Hannah, she's the arty type,
Painting all day long,
But Philip he's a printer man
Way down in studio 7.
Now the only thing the print man needs,
Is the printer and his inks,
And the time he's satisfied,
Is when surrounded by his prints.
But people tell all your friends,
Not to do what I have done,
To leave that man alone again,
As we drown in so many prints.