When I feel the aggravation
When I feel the old frustration
I go into my room
And hit my drum (hit it)

When I feel the time approaching
And deep inside a big explosion
I pick up my sticks
And hit my drum (kick it)

I don’t need no tranquilizers
Or running down to Dr Myer’s
If I’m sick it’s cause
I miss my drums (yeah)

Na na na na

When I lay me down to sleep
There’s one thing I wish to keep
Keep within my reach
My set of drums

Oh yeah

Kick it – hit it – huh oh