Drummer girl, drummer girl
Tapping in my heart
A melody so beautiful..
A rhythmic work of art

Quickening on every beat
Like music from the eighties
Conjuring a rhapsody
As smooth as a Mercedez

Sending up a trebling
That pulses in my brain
Sending down a reveling
My feet can not contain

Rocking through the ventrals
Like my own Pat Benatar
She percolates and centrals
Strumming on my bass guitar

But since she is my drummer..
Guess you'd say, she's my Meg White
Preliminary reason-
For the lyrics that I write

Walking down the sidewalk
Still I'm dancing to her beat
Not minding to my own
Because her rhythm's much more sweet

Drummer girl, oh drummer girl
Here pounding in my soul
Never do you tire
Or so dwindle to a loll