Rod Webber is down in the cellar whipping the cat against a washboard and tapping out a melody on the piano with his feet. Clap your hands and keep the beat. There’s a crack in the floor swallowing me up and folk songs fill the hole.
Rod Webber is down in the cellar whipping the cat against a washboard and tapping out a melody on the piano with his feet. Clap your hands and keep the beat. There’s a crack in the floor swallowing me up and folk songs fill the hole.