Now that you've tightened me, what can you teach me?
Naught have I taught you.
Why think so?
'Cause I'm here to hype you.
Then I'm here to haunt you.
Blow tropic wind,
Fill the air
With sound vibes, with light vibes, with solids, with liquids.
Thank you, O content provider. You're bill I'll pay monthly.
Stromboli Meets Snagglepuss by Peter Dizozza