Puttin' it together at nine.

Perhaps there are breasts you can ogle
Or a nice, round ass to pat
You're not looking at the sum total
Trust me, there's much more than that.

Playing on the beach at nine.

Oh, hey, there you are
Now, before I forget
I had in mind a theme bizarre
For playing tonight's set

It's a riddle! It's a Haiku! It's a show that starts @9!

Makes the world go round
Is the root of all evil
Can you name this thing?

Got a thing goin' at nine

A new year, and so it goes
It seems to me much is the same
Coupled with polyphonic prose
Along with a well-known refrain.