Whatever I Do - Bill Nelson

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