The Bass Line Route

Verse 1

Small town snowy scene

Boots are soaked and the air feels lean

I slipped through the wooden door

Left my worries out on the floor

Old man in the corner stall

Bright red jacket hanging on the wall

Pre-Chorus

He looks my way

Picks up a glass

Time starts to sway

Watching him pass

Chorus

Stomp on the floor and let it ring

Listen to the choir start to sing

Saint Nick slapping on the strings

Heavy thumping on the bass

High spirits in this place

Yeah he is slapping on the bass

Just slapping on the bass

Post-Chorus

Hey oh hey

Round we go

Hey oh hey

Verse 2

Santa pulled a wooden giant out

Polished oak with a rhythmic shout

The loop pedal starts to click

Music flows out fast and thick

I am strumming on the hollow wood

Never knew it could sound this good

North pole funk in a Suffolk pub

Living inside this music club

Pre-Chorus

Strings start to buzz

Beard white as foam

Doing what he does

Far from his home

Chorus

Stomp on the floor and let it ring

Listen to the choir start to sing

Saint Nick slapping on the strings

Heavy thumping on the bass

High spirits in this place

Yeah he is slapping on the bass

Just slapping on the bass

Post-Chorus

Hey oh hey

Round we go

Hey oh hey

Bridge

Flying over oceans

Flying over mountains

Flying over trees

Flying on the breeze

One last pint for the road

Lighten up the heavy load

Chorus

Stomp on the floor and let it ring

Listen to the choir start to sing

Saint Nick slapping on the strings

Heavy thumping on the bass

High spirits in this place

Yeah he is slapping on the bass

Just slapping on the bass

Post-Chorus

Hey oh hey

Round we go

Hey oh hey

Round we go