Obviously, it was cuz I wasn't singing loud enough so I took it up a couple of notches. They must have really loved me cuz why else would they be doing that?

Fortunately, somebody threw a three-foot boulder and hit me right on my fathead. Dodos don't feel any pain, but I still gave out a heavy metal scream that could wake the dead cuz that's what they expected. Also, it was perfectly timed right after my chorus, just where I needed a blood-curdling scream. But how did the guy know that? When that boulder hit the mark, it did the trick, and saved my performance mighty quick.

When I got knocked down, it gave a finale to my performance that started me rolling down the hill. It struck me that I was born to be a rock and roll singer. Or why else would I be singing, rocking, and rolling down the hill? It was a sign from a higher Dodo power.