Mobile Lovers / Banksy
They call me Cuban Pete
I’m the king of the rhumba beat
When I play the maracas I go chick chicky boom, chick chicky boom
These shows taught me all about animals, science, math, geography, reading, grammar, kindness and friendship.
This will always be golden
I can feel the nostalgia ooze into my bloodstream
I’m sick of the things I do when I’m nervous
Like cleaning the oven or checking my tires
Or counting the number of tiles in the ceiling…
Head for the hills, the kitchen’s on fire!