There's too many djembes in the village You've got to get a bicycle instead 'Cos to the local ladies A bike is a Mercedes And you cannot ride a djembe Home to bed There's too many bongos in the chai tent You know I think they're tapping in To something big When every second part Seems to channel Mickey Hart It's something I'm not stoned enough To dig Djembe x3 Bongo x3 Djembebongo x3 There's too many fiddlers In the green room Forever reeling incessantly obsessed When Celtic is the flavour They savour every quaver But maybe "Drowsy Maggie" needs a rest