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