[Intro] Oh no. They gave it back. They actually gave it back. Who approved this? Who signed that form? Find them. [Verse 1] Three long days with my marimba gone, Confiscated somewhere from dusk till dawn. They said, “You’ve been playing that thing too loud.” I said, “That sounds like praise.” They were not proud. No wooden thunder, no tropical beat, Just horrible silence haunting the street. I tapped on tables, I drummed on chairs, Played syncopation on somebody’s stairs. Then through the doorway—what do I see? My beautiful wooden catastrophe. Hand me the mallets, clear the floor— You thought I was annoying before? [Pre-Chorus] I got the rhythm, I got the keys, Three days of stored-up melodies. You wanted silence? That was cute. Release the tropical percussion brute. [Chorus] THE MARIMBA IS BACK! MARIMBA IS BACK! Hear that rosewood counterattack! Bing-bong, ding-dong, windows go crack— THEY GAVE ME MY MARIMBA BACK! I love the vibe, I love the sound, Four mallets swinging, plaster coming down. You confiscated it—what did that achieve? I’ve got eighty-seven new songs up my sleeve! [Ultimate Marimba Solo] [Verse 2] They said, “Please exercise some restraint.” I nodded politely like some kind of saint. Five minutes later, rhythm in nine, The kitchen cabinets fell out of line. I hit one bass note—neighbor complained. Hit it again—now it mysteriously rained. Third one rattled the municipal hall, Fourth one registered on seismographs. Scientists arrived with equipment at three: “Miss, what frequency could this possibly be?” I struck a C with magnificent flair— Their instruments simply said: “MARIMBA DETECTED. PREPARE.” [Chorus] THE MARIMBA IS BACK! SOUND THE ALARM! Four little mallets causing maximum harm! Bass bars rumble, satellites track, SOMEBODY GAVE THE MARIMBA BACK! The groove got stronger, the tempo got mean, A weather balloon fled the scene. Local authorities formed a task force fast: “Whatever you do— DON’T LET HER HIT THE LOW C AGAIN.” ...bonk. [Bridge] Power flickered. Birds migrated. Three clocks changed time zones. A man forty miles away suddenly whispered: “Is that... a marimba?” YES. [Verse 3] Now helicopters circle my home, Apparently rhythm has entered the loam. The army called twice, the mayor resigned, My syncopation altered spacetime. I played a scale and the tide came in, Played it backwards—it left again. NASA reported an object in space Had changed its orbit to follow the bass. The United Nations convened at four: “Can we confiscate that thing once more?” Too late, gentlemen, witness the sound— THE MARIMBA HAS CLAIMED THE SURROUNDING GROUND. It owns three streets and a Burger King, Local birds now worship the thing. My neighbor tried filing complaint number nine— The marimba subpoenaed HIM this time. [Final Chorus] THE MARIMBA IS BACK! THERE’S NO GOING BACK! Civilization has left the track! Continents tremble, fault lines crack, YOU GAVE ME MY MARIMBA BACK! Four mallets raised, the heavens afraid, Insurance companies refuse my claim. Three days silent built pressure inside— NOW THE WOODEN BARS CONTROL THE TIDE! [Outro] They confiscated it once. Humanity had peace. They returned it. Now Greenland is vibrating. The moon is slightly closer. Scientists refuse to elaborate. And somewhere, deep beneath the Pacific Ocean, a dormant volcano hears: *bing* *BONG* ... “Dear God.” MARIMBA IS BACK.
