(vocals) Howard kaylan (vocals) Jim pons (bass, vocals) Don preston (keyboards, electronics) Ian underwood (keyboards, alto saxophone) Aynsley dunbar (drums
it seems like...years ago... Since I felt the warm hello of the sun. Lately things seem a little colder... The wind, it seems to get a little bolder.
take a look at the Little Drummer Boy, up on the stage.. Oh no I think he looked at me.. ME, is he alive? I get a little scared...as he starts to play
invisible I am the one to bring you down I open up my hand The 'Goofer Dust' is falling It's now on Sarah's hand You can almost see the dead As they
Chorus 1: I love to beat the big bass drum, A-rum-te-tum-te-tum-de-dum. I'd be as happy as they come, If I could beat the big bass drum. They tell me
honour. The crown will plainly show The prisoner who stands now before you Was caught red handed showing feelings, Showing feelings of an almost human
is it? Little cute guitar player, make your mama proud I want all of Detroit City to stand up, clap your hands Alright you Polaroids, stay in time with the drummer
can't stand it out on the lake Let's gather 'round the 'ol oil drum And twist up a thumb of shake House a kit find us fuckin' freezing We're a little
coward Content to see my garden grow So sweet and full Of someone else's flowers Sometimes I can almost feel the power Sometimes I am so in love with you Like a little
something in my head, you know Take me somewhere else before I drop this back Ya I drop the drum now, listen how the drum sound It's almost there, but
salvation! MEN'S CHORUS The trumpets of Carthage resound ! Hear, Romans, now and tremble! Hark to our step on the ground! ALL Hear the drums - Hannibal
They were six fine English boys Who knew each other in Birmingham They bought a drum and guitar Started a rock-roll band And Johnny played little violin
were real bad for me It was right after my accident When I lost my hand It seemed like I was all alone With nobody to help me You know, I almost gave
river found it good. But there's lightening in the Asian sky and thunder in the slums You can hear the Indians tuning up their long forgotten drums
seat, rain for the drumbeat, Listening to that late night radio. We're almost sleeping, Tucking in our legs and arms. We're almost dreaming, Looking through the rain at the little
drum make you wanna get some I got a scrodum full a balls I let your girlie lick them Every time we rollin Twiztid's gotta roll a joint I almost died
a look at the Little Drummer Boy, up on the stage.. Oh no I think he looked at me.. ME, is he alive? I get a little scared...as he starts to play his