Not Our Regular Drummer
Take a look who’s behind the kit,
he’s not our regular drummer;
Make no mistake he’s taken a life,
with that jackknife to a pounding heart;
So notorious, his beat’s ferocious.
He’s ransacked an alley and the bar,
on tour he remains midnight’s shadow;
Take a look you have seen him before,
in the corner of a club poster;
So ferocious, his beat’s notorious.
Bouncing from one band to another,
the cymbalist committing vile crimes;
Don’t try to memorize his face,
he has mastered immortal glamour;
Bloody scrumptious, a bit dangerous;
He’s not our regular drummer.
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