Look at the Fabulous Clams!

Minot

Tasty licks drip from his guitar, making sure the dancers don't stray far

Four strings digging way down deep, finding the bottom that moves your feet

Songbirds swoon as she drives by, if we could sing like her you hear them sigh

Laying down funk that defies description, he's the man with the party prescription

Keeping time at the back of the stage, sticks on fire while the parties rage