Man of the Moment

Roll out the drums Let the beaded waists twist and wind Loud the music to the peak Shoot the guns in the air Let the smoke wander to the east Draw out the swords and hold back the spears Let the warriors form a passage and not a wall For we are out to celebrate and not a war With all your might shout and hail the man of the moment We hail thee and praise thee The king of the moment we hail thee Not the king of the jungle but to the head of the empire We hail the king of grammar Who acts no drama Praises showering from the drummers Blessed be your day Honoured be your years Hope filling the years ahead But this day just for you to conquer We rise from the south Joining the force from the far north and the near west The east submits at thy foot And we all say Happy birthday to our brother. (FM CONCEPTUAL)