Polo

This was the story
of an old man
whose name was Polo
Polo the drummer

The neighbors thought
he was a bit crazy
and he was indeed
a bit out of his mind

At four in the morning
he would go up the hill
and spend the night
drumming his drum:

Boom, boom, boom hit the drum hard boom, boom, boom hit it hard, damn!

Endless sessions
from one to two hours
drilling your brain
with the same song

I know you never had a chance
but, for God's sake, Polo,
stop playing

It's four in the morning
and not even God sleeps
Polo is already
pounding his drum with grace:

Boom, boom, boom hit the drum hard boom, boom, boom until it breaks, damn!