Rocking the Casbah 💨

One step forward and three steps back, this is really so bizarre

Tho I rev my engine up inside my beating chest, just like a racing car

Yet yon howling hooley rages ruinations of rhythms, rocking the Casbah

Alas, I can’t even stand on my own two feet

This fierce force of Mother nature is so powerful, she pushes me up the street

And I try as I may with all my might, to cling on to a wooden seat

But alas my battle is all in vain, coz I have to admit that I am beat

I puff and I pant, I am gasping for some clean, fresh air

But there is dirty dustiness blowing all around, and I cannot see anywhere

And I will look just like a Kylie cow or indeed, a shaggy sheep with the sheer state of my tussled hair