[Verse 1: Calypso extempo male MC, sharp picong over driving live drums, steel pan and cowbell] Kaiso, let me tell you how the argument began You said it isn't music if it doesn't have a band So I brought you a band with a drummer and a pan Then you said it isn't music if it doesn't have a plan So I built it like a story with a middle and an end Then you said it isn't music if it doesn't make a friend So the baker started singin' it while kneadin' all his bread Then you said it isn't music if it doesn't wake the dead So I hit the drum so hard the cemetery swayed Then you said it isn't music if it's not a song you made [Hook: Calypso extempo, full band, steel pan answering every line] Every time I score, you pick 'em up and move the posts Every time I land, you go and type another post Drag 'em up the mountain, drag 'em out into the sea Every post you make is one more goal for me [Verse 2: Calypso extempo, quicker picong, choppy rhythm guitar and cowbell in the gaps] Sans humanite, I never asked you for a vote I only need you typin', 'cause your typin' is my boat Every time you write it's fake, a stranger clicks to see And the stranger stays for seven, and the stranger stays for free You're a billboard in the rain, and you're payin' for the paint You're the loudest preacher shoutin' that I'm not a saint Monday it's the bass is wrong, by Wednesday it's the key By Friday it's the way I look, by Sunday it's the sea I answered every charge you laid, I answered every crime You moved the line so often that you ran right out of time [Hook: Calypso extempo, full band, steel pan answering every line] Every time I score, you pick 'em up and move the posts Every time I land, you go and type another post Drag 'em up the mountain, drag 'em out into the sea Every post you make is one more goal for me [Verse 3: Calypso extempo, rim-click tally, one click for every post he moved, then the full band slams back] So count 'em with me, kaiso, every post you moved away One, you wanted drummers, and the drummers came to play Two, you wanted stories, and I gave you every page Three, you wanted tears, and I put tears up on the stage Four, you wanted graveyards, and the graveyard sang along Five, you said it's yours, or else it's not a proper song Now the posts are in your garden, by the tomatoes and the hose And every time I score, the ball comes sailin' where it goes Through your kitchen window, landin' in the rice you eat Kaiso, now you hear me every supper, on repeat [Final Hook: Calypso extempo, all the way up, full band and steel pan] Every time I score, you pick 'em up and move the posts Every time I land, you go and type another post Drag 'em up the mountain, drag 'em out into the sea Every post you make is one more goal for me [End]
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