| 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 it best is eight to the bar
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| When he plays it’s a ball
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| He is the daddy of them all…
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| The people gather round when he gets on the stand
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| Then when he plays he gets a hand
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| The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance
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| Nobody there bothers to dance
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| And when he jams with the bass and guitar
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| They holler all, «Beat me daddy, eight to bar!»
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| A plink, plunkin' on the keys
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| A riff, well, a-riffin' out with ease
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| And when he jams with the bass and guitar
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| They holler all, «Come on and beat me daddy, eight to bar!» |