| Lyrics: | Once stood a man on my face
Ooh yeah, on my face
Gobbled him up 'cause my
taste
Leaves nothing to waste
Hear the riddle that I say
Hear the riddle that I
say
What is fair is fair
That is fair and square
To me
Piano it marks the
good pace
Ooh, yeah, the good pace
Don't know if it's right, but I like the bass
So
turn up the bass
Hear the fiddles as they play
Hear the fiddles as they
play
What is fair is fair
And the guitar player
No metal, no brick, was no
trace
Oh no, was no trace
But machines moved on, and still chased
No particular place |
