There are some songs that get written magically in about 10 minutes.
This was one of them. Yeah, yeah, o.k. That's cool. Whatever.
The precise wording of these rediculously simple lyrics took about 4 hours. Still normal.
But the magic happened when putting down all that percussion, bass, distorted guitar, horns, harmonies-- which took like, forever--and the process took hold of us all and it kept getting crazier and crazier, and no one left, ate, or even took a break until the thing burst into flame, destroyed equipment, burned down the studio building, and spread to adjoining villages and forests until it was stopped only by the waves and wind and the consumption of all fuel, ultimately raging unto sweet extinction by the limitless expanses of the sea and sky over vast aeons of time.
But don't take our word for it. Click and take the "Woodja B With Me Challenge." Be prepared for the rockinitious turbulence of a severe field of groovitation.