Beat Me, Daddy, Eight To The Bar

Oh, 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 to play is eight to the bar
When he plays, it’s a ball
He’s the daddy of them all
The people gather around when he gets on the stand
Then when he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm that he beats puts them cats in a trance
Nobody ther bothers to dance
But when h plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out: «Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar!»
A-plink, a-plank
A-plink a-plank, a-plink a-plank
A-plonkin' on the keys
A-riff, a-raff
A-riff a-raff, a-riff a-raff
A-riffin' out with ease
And when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out: «Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar!»