This is how the story goes
'tween four fellas playing bocci ball
And suddenly a bolt of lightning struck down
It was stunning the way they separated
And all their atoms fell just like confetti

But somehow found their way up to heaven
Called the ghost out, our father spinning around and around
How captivating they wound about each other
Just like a little wedding

And the head spectre said please get yourselves together
But the problem with the particles is they can't remember
Who is who - am I you, or are there two of us together
Or am I, am I me forever?

And the one that was a part of Bob's hand said
"Understand I am done being held down by this man"
Then he ran
Last winter, I heard he was living in the
Wind pipe of a famous opera singer

And another one fell down and found himself inside a cannon
Part of a daredevil's heart, no one's sure of where he landed
But the moment of the shot the crowd
All got the chills
I still swear that I can feel it
And another's now a drummer's arm
They say he's outta work
And is now a little lonely poorly store clerk
But I know he'll be back
Have you heard the way he used to hit the high hat
How he hit the high hat, hit the high hat

Hit the high hat, hit the high hat
Hit the high hat, hit the high hat
Hit the high hat, hit the high hat
Hit the high hat, hit the high hat
Hit the high hat, hit the high hat
Hit the high hat, hit the high hat
Hit the high hat