I Play The Drums

I'm not the best, but I'm not the worst either
You're unimpressed, just like my music teacher
I play the drums, like I don't need anything else
You've got your questions, just keep them to yourself

You know I'm so proud of the fact that
I knew of you way back
And now you're in a magazine
Now I know what it feels like
To sit under bright lights
The girls shake, shake like a tambourine

I play the drums that
Bounce the bums that
Empty your lungs and
Make you come back
I play the drums that
Bounce the bums that
Empty your lungs and
Make you come back

Ooh, it feels so real
Ah, it sounds so good
Ooh, it feels so real
Ah, it sounds so good

You say I can't do what you do
Even if I wanted to
You talk a lot but
I've never heard what you do
I'm staring at all new faces
This beat is crispy like old newspapers

I'm still proud of the fact that
I knew of you way back
And now you're in a magazine
Now I know what it feels like
To sit under bright lights
The girls shake, shake like a tambourine

I play the drums that
Bounce the bums that
Empty your lungs and
Make you come back
I play the drums that
Bounce the bums that
Empty your lungs and
Make you come back

Ooh, it feels so real
Ah, it sounds so good
Ooh, it feels so real
Ah, it sounds so good

Each hour, every moment of the day
When I'm in the shower or driving on the highway
I am dreaming of hitting you
Just the way that you want me to
Each hour, every moment of the day
When I'm in the shower or driving on the highway
I am dreaming of hitting you
Just the way that you want me to

I play the drums that
Bounce the bums that
Empty your lungs and
Make you come back