I saw you driving wildly in the middle of that night.
But it wasn't a car what was sliding through the time.
A Cocoboyobombambo was singing low and high,

hidden beyond the leaves of the tree standing by my side.

And since that song I always tell the story of a man I've never known,

a man driving a flying carpet, a perfect circle and a ray of the sun.

The next morning at nine I woke up and felt so dizzy.

A Thousand of giant clouds were ripping the sky to pieces.
Then I opened my door but had to close it immediately,
scared by the Holonbatchy that was outside for me waiting.


And since it's roar I always tell the story of a man I know so well,
the man who gave me a Cocoboyobombambo for Drew my friend.