| In a little honky-tonky village in Texas
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| There’s a guy who plays the best piano by far
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| He can play piano any way that you like it
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| But the way he likes to play is eight to the bar
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| When he jams, it’s a ball
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| He’s the daddy of them all
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| The people gather around when he gets on the stand
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| Then when he plays, he gets a hand
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| The rhythm that he beats puts them cats in a trance
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| Nobody ther bothers to dance
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| And when h plays with the bass and guitar
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| They holler: «Oh! |
| Beat me Daddy — eight to the bar!»
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| A-plink, a-plank
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| A-plink plank, plink plank
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| Plonkin' on the keys
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| A-riff, a-raff
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| A-riff raff, riff raff
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| Riffin' out with ease
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| And when he jams with the bass and guitar
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| They holler: «Oh! |
| Beat me Daddy — eight to the bar!»
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| Oh! |
| Beat him Freddie — eight to the bar! |