[Verse 1] Back in '39, in the I.T.R. line, Walt O’Donnell was the man with the golden design. Selling time recorders and clocks in the sun, A sales quarter so hot, he was second to none. [Chorus] We were making sales, all summer long, Walt O’Donnell’s charm kept us rolling strong. Prospects cheering, deals in the shade, In that summer sun, man, we had it made. [Verse 2] At the trade show grounds, with jazz in the air, Walt worked the crowd, prospects couldn’t help but stare. Pitching tech with a grin, over beer and a meal, By the end of the night, he closed that deal. [Chorus] We were making sales, all summer long, Walt O’Donnell’s charm kept us rolling strong. Prospects cheering, deals in the shade, In that summer sun, man, we had it made. [Bridge] At the World’s Fair stage, where the future shone bright, Walt brought I.T.R. pride under big city lights. From the Trylon’s gleam to the deals he’d sew, His sales kept climbing, stealing the show. [Verse 3] As the year rolled on, with the quotas in sight, Walt kept the fire burning, day and night. With his team by his side, prospects had a blast, Building IBM’s future on a summer that’d last. [Chorus] We were making sales, all summer long, Walt O’Donnell’s charm kept us rolling strong. Prospects cheering, deals in the shade, In that summer sun, man, we had it made.
