 Your request, I'll rock you out of your moccasins. Kimo Sabe got down, took off his mask. He kicked off the shooting, did the monster mash. Taro came along, saw what was happening. His head began to bop and his foot started to catch and go slam. Dumb, do the jerk. And with the mic is how my smoke signals work. They were jamming off a record that said it best. Now what you hear is not a test. Oomba, oomba, oomba, oomba.