In the heart of the beat, under the sun, A drummer drums, a rhythm's fun.
With sticks in hand, they start to hum. A tap, a slam, the crowd succumbs.
Unique in style, they roll and drum. A beat so fresh, it draws a hum.
In every tap, there's magic glum. The crowd, in awe, to the beat succumb.
Drumming on, they steal the scene. A beat so life, so pure, so keen.
With every rhythm, they intervene. The world alight, their stage, their dream.
Wednesday drumming beats. Wednesday drumming beats so rare.
Creating rhythms beyond compare. Where we let our minds take flight.
In a world of music, pure delight. I'm tired of dreaming just the same.
Let's break free from this mundane game. Together we'll find a brand new groove.
Where our unique drumming will truly prove. I've been dreaming of a sound so bold.
A melody that's never been told. We'll march to the beat of our own drum.
Creating music that makes hearts hum. In the heart of the beat, under the sun,
A drummer drums, a rhythm's fun. With sticks in hand, they start to hum.
A tap, a slam, the crowd succumbs. Unique in style, they roll and drum.
A beat so fresh, it draws a hum. In every tap, there's magic glum.
The crowd, in awe, to the beat succumb. Drumming on, they steal the scene.
Of each soul life, so pure, so keen. With every rhythm, they intervene.
The world alight, their stage, their dream. I'm tired of dreaming just the same.
Let's break free from this mundane game. Together we'll find a brand new groove.
Where our unique drumming will truly prove.