The Bass Battle

(Verse 1)

Some kid in spandex stepped onto the stage

Holding a bass like it's out of a cage

Five-string active, twenty-four frets

Playing ten million notes with no regrets

He's doing the slap, he's doing the pop

Looking at me like I'm ready to drop

He thinks it's a battle, a musical test

I just turned my Marshall up over the rest.

(Chorus)

Because you can't hear the notes when the speakers are bleeding!

You can't read the tabs when your eyeballs are peeling!

Keep your thumbs in the air, do your little tap-dance,

I play three dirty chords and you're messing your pants!

(Verse 2)

He's sweeping those fast notes, looking real grand

Like he's the fastest thumb in the land

He asked for my tuner, he asked for my scale

I told him I'm fueled by tobacco and ale

He's using a pick-guard made out of gold

I'm using a Rickenbacker twice as old

He's playing a solo that goes out to space

I'm just holding down a vibration in place.

(Chorus)

Because you can't hear the notes when the speakers are bleeding!

You can't read the tabs when your eyeballs are peeling!

Keep your thumbs in the air, do your little tap-dance,

I play three dirty chords and you're messing your pants!

(Bass Guitar Solo)

(Chorus)

Because you can't hear the notes when the speakers are bleeding!

You can't read the tabs when your eyeballs are peeling!

Keep your thumbs in the air, do your little tap-dance,

I play three dirty chords and you're messing your pants!