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.