Beat Me Daddy, Eight to the Bar

In a little honky-tonky village in Texas

There's a guy who plays the best piano by far

He can play piano any way that you like it

But the way he likes it best is eight to the bar

When he plays it's a ball

He is the daddy of them all...

The people gather round when he gets on the stand

Then when he plays he gets a hand

The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance

Nobody there bothers to dance

And when he jams with the bass and guitar

They holler all, "Beat me daddy, eight to bar!"

A plink, plunkin' on the keys

A riff, well, a-riffin' out with ease

And when he jams with the bass and guitar

They holler all, "Come on and beat me daddy, eight to bar!"