I been playin root-five for most of the night
And most of the times, well, I don't really mind
But once in awhile I get the chance to shine
And look out, baby, when the stage is mine
The good lord knows I do the best I can
On the big, bitch, butch, bull fiddle baby here I am
I got the black horsehair on my big bass bow
A little meaner than the sorrel that was on it before
Sawin back and forth to meet the big bass drum
And pretty soon you can hear the rhythm section hum
I gotta buy an extra seat when I ride the airplane
Or the womens and the childrens and the pilot complain
Cuz it sure don't fit in the overhead bin
And leavin her behind is bassically a sin
Yes, leavin her behind might save a little space
And I ain't no slouch on the electrical bass
But somethin kinda happens when the f-holes sing
With the snappin and the poppin of the flat wound strings
