(sing to the tune of I don't know why he swallowed the flyyyyy...)


So I worked on the songs
to finish the album
and sent one across
so AJ could mix
there were a few problems
mostly of my own making
so I took them back and gave them a fix.

And now he'll mix.

Theo hated the bongos
but left it quite late
to tell me they sucked
there were changes to make
so I looked at the date
and I looked at the time
it would be close 
to hit the deadline
so I went to the web
to look for djembe
while theo called ben
but it would be on tuesday...

So we missed the deadline.

Meanwhile the djembe
I looked for online
came back to me
and it was not quite right
so I sent some emails
and I sent a few more
and got new tracks back
and they were still kind of poor

so now we've missed the next deadline.

Theo gets done
what he wanted to do
and it's pretty good
to tell you the truth
if I had of been patient
the less it would cost
instead of this mess of some djembe I got

So I sent it over to AJ anyway

AJ is kind
and he thinks we're for real
so he listens to this djembe
and thinks what is the the deal
the timing's kaput
it's messy as heck
don't get me started on handpans
this thing is a wreck.

But still he mixed.

So I get the track back
and he's worked off his butt
to make it less awful
but the djembe still sucks
and it's my fault for sending
these things that we bought
instead of waiting for theo
the way that I ought.

So I had to send AJ a message saying that stuff sucked and to ditch it.


Now here is the irony
the final hurrah
the deadline's in pieces
the mixer's distraught
there's thumping
and bumping and
hand pans and shakes
in every segment of the song
no matter how little sense it makes
It sounds like the zulu
have commenced their assault
and the best part is knowing..
this shit is my fault.

So now we wait.

Thank you, thank you, I'm here all week.