One of my favorite songs being flat out nailed by what appear to be middle schoolers. At that age I was still playing with my own poop. I especially like the tiny lad that appears at about :45 in doing the percussion with the wooden blocks.
I wonder if anybody has taken the time to instruct the children on the Jungian slant of the song lyrics. "Hey Duplo shorty! Dig the existential bent of your subconcious as you're backing up the dope rythm section!" Or something.
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