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Ians incredible one man band

Ians incredible one man band

Ian is an inventive one man band
You hear him practising
If you stroll along the sand

Whilst he carrys the bag pipes
He also plays two flutes
Which he cleans with a stick
Keeping sand from the chutes

Well this lad is amazing
He is really clever
There is nothing Ian can’t achieve
When he trys to endeaver

You see hes full of rythmn
Hes certainly got a beat
When the sun is blazing on the beach
Sweat runs down to his feet

Hes belting out his melodies
Blasting through a tune
He will still be on the beach
By the light of the moon

Oh heavens what a sound
My goodness such a noise
He leads a trail of marching 
Followers bikini girls & bather boys

His bag pipes blow scottish 
Shindigs
&  He will add abit of base
He plays the drums on his back
On bits of string from his shoe lace

Hes really quite ingenious
Coz on a hot day
The cymbals on his knees
Chases the fleas all away

So when you  are visiting the coast
& Fancy a walk along the sand
Just keep a listen for Ians band
His contraption is the best in the land
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