TEN TINY TOES WOULD BE SICK!
Here beneath the Maui moon
Listening to grindcore and a bit of doom
Sipping on rum from a coconut
Dreamin’ ‘ bout a hula girl as I rub my gut
When from the water what do I see?
Standing there dripping wet in front of me
Guitar in hand, clear as can be
The spirit of Sol Ho’opi’i
He asked me if there were any tunes I wanted to hear?
I said ‘Ten Tiny Toes’ would be sick!
Stuck his tongue out, gave his lips a lick
Tore shit up
I got wood- Eric Wood!
Right there on the beach-fuckin’ sweet!
Then he grabbed my BC Rich
Triple-picked strings white with heat
Laughing as his fingers sprayed
Molten lava across the sky
Wild boar on the backs of whales
Firing pineapples from their tails
And the second he was done his song
In a puff of poi he was gone…