Yeah yeah, microphone check, 1, 2, 3...
In the place to be,
It is I, the R-K-A-D-E,
Dropping poems on your telephone.
And it goes a little like this:
The tears of a clown make the whole world laugh; hee hee.
And on that note, man, just give me a call, alright?
Peace.
End of message.
People fly...
Composição: E.P. Bergen