GaBlé - DRuMMeRS We HaTe

They never learn their part
Their lessons are a waste
They don't keep up with us
Drummers we hate

They always come in late
They always stink of sweat
They always end up deaf
Drummers we hate

You dropped another stick
You're lost without a click
You look like you are thick
Drummers we hate

Your stuff, it weighs a ton
You practice in a shop
You need ten microphones
Drummers - we - hate

"Uh, has anyone got the little thingy to tune my toms with?"
"Can someone come and fetch me as I don't drive"
"I forgot my snare in the last place we played at"
"I'll be ready in a minute, I just have to change my shoes"

We hate (x7)
But we need you
And we'll help you
To count

'Cause we need you
We hate you
But we play