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