Lyrics:

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