Gambale

he comes from the land down under
a golden axe is in his hand
creating his centrifugal funk
all across his note drenched land

he completed his Italian job
sending everyone high fives
while schmoozing in the white room
high powered electric jives

Nunzia was by his side
he was his right hand man
except of course when making love
inside Lydia's love van

one of the great explorers
of this final wild frontier
like a crouching jaguar
keeping his mind so clear

the magical slinging weapon
faster than an arrow
the vibrations pierced through the skin
down inside the marrow

the thunder current crashing
this pathfinder with attitude
it was dawn over the Nullarbor
at crusing altitude

conducting naughty business
for all those who seek to hear
Kuranda is the place you'll find
his vision so perfectly clear

for his right of passages
a little charmer flying by
a present for the future
noteworker on a natural high

Gomer LePoet...