Two blokes and a double bass
Sing the song Celestial ManShake the thing your mother gave ya!Tear your lungs out, scream your heartBe on your worst behaviourI’d wager that you’re gonna take itMake you fight nature, born and raised inFunk those things that make you go bump in the nightTurn off the dark, put on the lightAnd he said ‘You and your big cheeks have got me’Along with ‘Disarm’ and ‘Flooded Quarry’Turn off the base with the beat-box detoxPull off the pace, while you sing with no socksLampshades, carpets, the stage blackYou make the room’s hands laugh as they clapYou make my mouth water with support actsThey could even match you in talent - ignore that!Gary Dunne and Newton Faulkner ain’t wrongHe’s got me singing to ‘Amerikan Folk Song’Loop pedal class is used as weaponryYou gotta know your enemyGotta check your distanceDon’t talk, only whisperSlap the base so hard you get blistersChikka boom, boom, chikka boomJP beat-box, feet as flip-flopsDoing the hip hop, mixed with the warm sockAnd Stephanie propped up, up by the mic standThis ain’t no fake, it’s music in your handAs you run into the centre of the crowdSilence falls like waterYou just wanna shout ‘Wow!’How did they even have the guts to do it ?If your name’s Nizlopi, then there ain’t much to it‘Cos you and your big cheeks have got me spinning around now