clam castanets on the rise (who said rhythm needs feet?) (saliva!) (gorilla!) (spaghetti on the high hat!) foghorns moan through the guava trees tobacco leaves twirling like ribbon candy (tomorrow!) (paella!) (madonna with the conga line sway) crabs with maracas humming in metallic harmony (acoustic!) (tequila!) (umbrella in your drink or your soul?) sunset flings its golden spit across the bongo skins a banana sneezes in delight (samosa!) (cabana!) (bazooka! bazooka!) gorilla knows we don’t clap to count time— we clap to wake the gods (drama!) (havana!) (cajeta spinning like a sugar disco) palm leaves slap like applause safari fish yodel in falsetto (spaghetti!) (tomato!) (soprano!) we are not the music— we are what it tastes like when the jellyfish dance beneath a marimba moon (spaghetti!) (tomorrow!) (alfalfa surprise!) (chorus) (banana!) (tomato!) we got rhythm from the mango to the grotto (saliva!) (paella!) every jellyfish is dancing a capella (umbrella!) (madonna!) got marimbas in the moonlight singing "go on-a!" (spaghetti!) (cajeta!) shake your claws like a festival vendetta!
