Fastman

Stumble on.

Fastman

Sea is blue, sky is round,

time for leisure abound;

we gots peace without pause,

we gots time on our claws.

Den here he come, right on cue,

gots his elbow in his shoe;

he don’t pause or reply

when all de sleepy creature cry:

Fastman, hurry past, man;

you de last man.

We gots fruit, tubers too,

lots of green leaves to chew,

soft warm sand shore-to-shore:

we gots snorers galore.

Den here he come, once again,

search de sea now and den,

he don’t pause or reply

when all de sleepy creature cry:

Fastman, hurry past, man;

you de last man.

Been seven sun since he drag his boat ashore;

many marvel bring he: bright stick dat shine,

talking box dat talk no more. Canvas cave,

stick for shave, spray to soothe his many sore.

Silly hat, reason why: hide de madness in his eye,

cause he know it too late, mushroom cloud have seal his fate,

all his friend burn and gone, still dis one man worry on.

Bird call sweet, baby eat,

walrus play in de surf;

lion yawn in de shade,

no one die for dis turf.

But here he come, round once more,

gots his world in uproar;

he don’t pause or reply

when all de sleepy creature cry:

Fastman, hurry past, man;

you de last man.