| Oh, beat me, daddy, eight-to-the-bar! In a little honky-tonk village in Texas There's a guy who plays the best piano by far He can play piano any way you like it But the kind he plays the best is eight-to-the-bar When he jams, it's a ball He's the Daddy of 'em all! The people gather 'round when he gets on the stand Then, when he plays, he gets a hand The rhythm he plays puts the cats in a trance. Nobody there bothers to dance And when he jams with a bass and guitar They holler: "Oh, beat me, daddy, eight-to-the-bar!" A-plink, a-plank, a-plink, plank, plink, plank Plunkin' on the keys A-riff, a-raff, a-riff, raff, riff, raff Riffin' out with ease. And when he jams with a bass and guitar They holler: "Oh, beat me, daddy, eight-to-the-bar!" |
