Button on My Desk

No use in asking 'what's this do?'
Every four years it's something new

It might bring me a coke,
Ice and lemon to go
With all the sourness
It might bring an intern,
A cigar she can earn
Make her feel powerless

Don't push me now to push it down

No use in wondering 'how and why?'
Each has a penchant for the strangest delights

It might bring me a hoop,
With a ball I can shoot
And bounce around the place
It might bring my acrylics,
And a canvas to finish
In an amateur way

Don't push me now to push it down

It will bring me a coke,
Ice and lemon to go
It will bring an intern,
A cigar she can earn
It will bring me a hoop
With a ball I can shoot
It will bring my acrylics
And a canvas to finish

Don't push me now to push it down