The pit youre bashing into the sand grows larger and larger, and you hear something deep inside you start to rattle.
Smash smash smash, you sing to yourself.
Smash and conk, conk and smash.
To me now it is time for smash and also next week.
Conk squid head on government holiday.
No day off for squid of me.
This song has no real rhythmic pattern or structure to speak of, but it makes you happy to sing to yourself anyway.