THE ENCHANTED LAND OF THE DISCOMITES, WHERE LAZER BEAMS AND PIEZO-ELECTRIC FEATHERY CREATURES FLY THROUGH THE FREQUENT FREQUENCIES OF SUPERSONIC SUPERWOOFER BOOMS OF BASS.
AND WE HEAR THE SOUND OF THAT MAGICAL MAN KNOWN AS THE MASTER OF CEREMONIES,,MR.M.C IS THAT E==M.C. TO THE POWER OF DOS...UNO DOS TRES..1, 2,3, 11223344. THE FOUR ON THE FLOOR...WITH THAT OPEN HAT AND THE RAT...TAT...TAT..TAT...OF THE HORNY HORNS....BAM.. SO HEAR IT COMES INTO
YOUR BODY AND MIND..IT'S TRANSENDENTAL....THE SITAR...LIKE RAVI SHANKAR AND THE CASTINETS..THEY HIPNOTISE...LIKE HIP...OR HOP..OR HIPPITY HOP ..MORE BOUNCE TO THE OUNCE...AND DON'T YOU FORGET...WALKING INTO THE CIRCUS AND WATCHING THOSE NEON ELEPHANTS..AND FEELING THE FLOOR SHAKE...LIKE AN EARTHQUAKE....THE THUMP IS IN YOUR HEART
