I Love My Drum Machine

I love my drum machine
He plays a beat or two
He tries his very electric best
At a hundred and fifty two

bpm

I love my drum machine
He’s got cymbals, he’s got claps
How do I know he’s not a she
With such sexy hi-hats?

I love my drum machine
She’s black and very light
I take her with me everywhere
She’s enjoys every flight

I love my drum machine
She remembers every song
When I’m stuck with notes and melodies
She just keeps playing on and on

I hate my drum machine
‘cos sometimes we fight
I try to squeeze in a clever beat
And she moves it to the right

I love my drum machine
She plays a lovely bar of two
I just wish she could make funny jokes
Like real drummers do