C'mon job

Come on baby rouse my ire
C'mon baby, strum my lyre 
C'mon baby stoke my pyre 
Come on baby poison my woke 
with swole, come on baby make 
my parts so great that if everything 
fits, I could be whole and then what 
it is could amount to soul, but 
that would be nondemonstrable. Come 
on, baby come on. BABY C'MON
let's know this knoll we've come out 
upon so long ago we should know 
how to write its song