Spoonman, Bobby Hill (New) has got the rhythm in his hands, feeling it deep in his soul. He's ready to steal the rhythm and make it his own, speaking it loud and proud all alone. With his hands held high, he's coming together with the music, saving himself with each beat. All his friends may be different, but they all join in with the rhythm, beating it out with their bones. Save him, yeah, save him with those hands, feeling the groove and never letting go. So come on, come on, Bobby Hill...