Lyrics

All my best friends moved to Texas All my best friends play those drums Drums Drums Drums Drums All my best friends pick up drum sticks All my best friends bang those drums Break it down (Whew-whew) Ah, that's ah, not what you want to use to drum along Ah, it's going to be a few of the ones you haven't heard at all Ah, get over here, give me a rolly roll Drums From the rack tom (Drums) To the floor tom (Drums) To the cymbal crash (Drums) Do that high twelve (Drums) Use that kick drum (Drums) Do that snare roll (Drums) Do that groove for me (Drums) Yeah (Drums) Break some skins (Drums) Tight that drum (Drums) Grab those sticks (Drums) Make some noise (Drums) Let me hear those cymbals playing (Drums) Hear that rack tom (Drums) Hold it down on drums Play along, whew Won't you play those funky drums for me? (Won't you play those funky drums for me?) Won't you play those funky drums for me? (Won't you play those drums) Won't you play those funky drums for me? Won't you play those funky drums for me? Won't you play those funky drums for me? (Bang, bang, bang, bang those drums)
Writer(s): Jacob Shepansky, Austin Boylan, Paul Jacobs, Peter Baylis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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