Fiddle Riddle lyrics
by Frank Black
Once stood a man on my faceOoh yeah, on my faceGobbled him up 'cause my tasteLeaves nothing to wasteHear the riddle that I sayHear the riddle that I sayWhat is fair is fairThat is fair and squareTo mePiano it marks the good paceOoh, yeah, the good paceDon't know if it's right, but I like the bassSo turn up the bassHear the fiddles as they playHear the fiddles as they playWhat is fair is fairAnd the guitar playerNo metal, no brick, was no traceOh no, was no traceBut machines moved on, and still chasedNo particular place
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