Big Studio

Lord, won’t you build me, a big studio?
My house is all full up, I got no-where to go
I walk down the hallway, and bang my elbow
Oh Lord, won’t you build me, a big studio?
 
Lord, won’t you buy me, a new etching press?
I’d quite like an Enjay. Hell, I’ll take MES
The spoon aint a’cuttin’ it, though I’ve tried my best
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me, a new etching press?
 
Lord, won’t you buy me, a fine drying rack?
I’ve covered the benches, the stairs out the back
The floor and the furniture, with prints too wet to stack
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me, a fine drying rack?
 
Lord, won’t you build me, a big studio?
My house is all full up, I got no-where to go
I walk down the hallway, and bang my elbow
Oh Lord, won’t you build me, a big studio?
Oh Lord, won’t you build me, a big studio?


Janis Joplin, Michael McClure & Bob Neuwirth, Mercedes Benz, 1970