Lyrics:
He Plays The Violin

Martha: He plays the violin He tucks it right under his chin And he bows, oh he bows For he knows, yes he knows That it's hi-hi-hi-diddle diddle It's

learn to play the violin, Yes, I'd learn to play the violin, And I'd learn to play the violin, Yes, I'd learn to play the violin. fade out...

are built of cannonballs, their motto is "Don't tread on me". Come hear Uncle John'n Band playing to the tide, Come with me, or go alone, he's come to

industry's now overcrowded wit garbage niggas get tied up, go back to pack a ??? and sign up, if niggas is lookin for hits, hit Swizz up nigga he comin

a kid or maybe we?ll rent one He?s got to be straight, we don?t want a bent one He?ll drink his baby brew from a big brass cup Someday he may be President

t got no fuckin' time to play witchu Now gimme the message} {Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1 to 3, told me to tell y'all motherfuckers To keep cool, he

of the air And move the rolling sky. Our fiddler, he just loves to play And that's why he plays so good. And now he plays a violin Made out of solid

by asking, "Who cares". So, have all of your passionate violins Play a tune for a Tennessee kid, WhoA's feeling like leaving another town With no place to go if he

alphabet You would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On desolation row Dr. Filth, he keeps his world