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In a little honky-tonky village in |
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TexasThere's a guy who plays the best piano by far |
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He can play piano any way that you like it |
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But the way he likes it best is eight to the bar |
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When he plays it's a ball, |
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He is the daddy of them all... |
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The people gather round when he gets on the stand |
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Then when he plays he gets a hand |
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The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance |
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Nobody there bothers to dance |
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And when he jams with the bass and guitar |
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They holler all, \"Beat me daddy, eight to bar!\" |
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A plink, plunkin on the keys, |
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A riff, well, a-riffin out with ease |
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And when he jams with the bass and guitar |
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They holler all, \"Come on and beat me daddy, eight to bar!\" |
