We All Live In A Capital I
In The Middle Of The Desert
In The Center Of The Sky.

All Day Long We Polish Up The I
To Make It Clean And Shiny
So It Brightens Up The Sky.
Rubbing It Here
And Scrubbing It There.
Polishing The I
So High In The Air.

And As We Work We Sing A Lively Tune
"It Is Great To Be So Happy On A Busy Afternoon."
And When We're Through With The Day's Only Chore,
We Go Into The I
And We Close The Door.

Capital I, Capital I, Capital I, Capital I.