Tripod - Jamming текст песни

(Scod starts playing an accompaniment)

Oh, yeah!
Yeah!

(Scod and Gatesy start jamming over the top)

Doo-dle-le-doot-da-da-da-ba-da-da-da-ba... (etc.)

Hey!
Yeah!

Doo-dle-le-doot-da-da-da-ba-da-da-da-ba... (etc.)

What's... what are we doing? What's this?
We're jammin'!
We're jammin' with everyone!
Yeah, okay, come on.

Ba-da-ba-da-bup-ba da-da-bup-bup-da-da-da...

(Scod and Gatesy wait for Yon to enter)

(Pause)

Why did you stop?
What... what was that?
I'm trying to think of something.
No, don't think, that's the whole thing about jammin'. He puts down a groove, he lays it down, and you improvise over the top of it - just do whatever comes into your head.
Okay, all right.
Yeah.
Let's go.
Sure.

(Scod plays for a while, meanwhile...)

FENCE!

WOOD!

Wood... DOCTOR!

Fence... FENCE!

Dog!

(Scod stops playing, he and Gatesy stare at Yon)

DOG!

DOG!

DOG!

DOG!

Yonny... that was fantastic, mate.
Yeah.
Well done... maybe you should sing... maybe just sing the song.
Oh.
Now.
Don't... don't jam.