The Drum - Brisa Roche

You gotta choose your rock’n roll

You’re sure to make him go

But when, when will you find

Someone so warm

Someone so kind

You’re the chieftan of your show

You’re led just by the road

You’re tired and you know best

The way he tried to help you rest

Oh what a body, tanned by sun

Tall and lean

A body built by angels

Built to know just what I mean

He’s got to dance his moves alone

And make the floor his own

While I, I take my time

To beat the drum

And chase the dime

I told him yes then told him no

Left alone to ride the flow

But songs, at fall of night

Though I’m away, make it alright

Oh what a body, tanned by sun

Tall and lean

A body built by angels

Built to know just what I mean

You got to choose your rock’n roll

You’re sure to make him go

But when, when will you find

Someone so warm

Someone so kind

Oh what a body, tanned by sun

Tall and lean

A body built by angels

Built to know just what I mean

You got to choose your rock’n roll

Oh, oh, oh…