Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum

I bang away on my blue and chrome bass drum, 

Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!

Whilst I fill in the gaps 

With shimmering alloys of brass

 

Doon, doon, doon, doon

The birch tom toms spark a resonating boom

Snap, crack, snap, crack 

Whilst I cut through the air

With quick rolls on my snare

 

Especially awesome, when accompanied by others

The shrill shreak of guitar,

The hush hum of bass, 

A group is not tied so together

In any other place

 

Feel, I feel, I can feel, I can feel it

I can feel the rhythm, the state of pure focus

Drum, drum, drum, and rattle the shelves

For when I'm drumming

My normally worrying mind

is on nothing else.