There’s a man who plays a drum
Standing on the corner,
Maybe he’s a clown
All the children gather round
To watch the man play his drum
He looks so serious
But you’d guess he’s having fun…
Bang the drum, bang the drum, bang the drum
Wind blows down the alleyway,
Creeps up behind him and it says,
«But what are you doing here, son?
Don’t tell me you’re just here to beat that drum»
«I’ll take some fried fish and beer
Then probably I’ll disappear,
But think about me when I’m gone
And tell me why it is you beat that drum»
And when the moon lifted its head
It moved up close to him and said,
«Oh by the way, my boy, by the way
I think I’m going to believe you
No matter what you say…»