Who's Driving This Thing

Hello everyone

You alright? Hello? Hello?

Okay, today's recording is for album called "Music Played by Humans"

Welcome humans

I'm good luck, see you on the other side

One, two, three...

There's a key and a spark

And then out of the dark

Comes a sound of a snare and a skin

And the pulse of a drum

Say something's to come

There's a journey that's about to begin

An' like a fire and smoke, vodka and coke

Certain combinations seem to attract

So when you pull down the rear-view to see what's near

You find a double bass got in the back

An' suddеnly these guys call out to some kеys guys

And shout, "Climb in please guys, there's space in this song here for you"

So sit back

Strap in

Keep your hands inside the car

Just check your belt and tighten

Secure all your loose items

With these guys around, we're gonna hit the speed of sound

But before we say go, hey

Does anybody know who's drivin' this thing?

The needle starts shaking cause the motor's waking up

And all the horns start coming to life

With a big low growl like a cat on the prowl

Then a stab, sharp as a knife

To reach light speed all y'need is a few more reeds in a song

Five saxes in a row rise out the back, blow hard an' all the stars go long

Just when you panic this thing is not aerodynamic

You find you've got wings as the strings climb aboard

So sit back

Strap in

Keep your hands inside the car

Just check your belt and tighten

Secure all your loose items

With these guys around, we're gonna hit the speed of sound

But before you say go, hey

Does anybody know who's drivin' this thing?

Yeah, who's driving this thing?

Yeah, who's driving this thing?

On a wing and a prayer (Yes we are)

Are we happy back there? (Yes we are)

Are we worse for wear? (Yes we are)

Does anybody care? (No)

Speed takes what control you've got

You have fabulous sails

But if you haven't got a rudder you haven't got a yacht

Hey

Temperature's rising, the engine is hissing

The guys reminisce how this whole thing got started

You realise the part of the band you've been missing

Music is only a song if you sing

God, Don't tell me the singer is driving this thing

Sit back

Strap in

Keep your hands inside the car

Just check your belt and tighten

Secure all your loose items

At last I understand, if you're a player in this band

It means you've got a hand on the wheel

If you beat, strum or blow scrape or sing

Which means you are alive in this

Everyone's driving this thing

In 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Okay, open the doors and let 'em in