John Brown played the bass
played it like the devil
he mumbled as he rocked
he sang is if he talked in tongues
he never came to school
came when he was high
he stumbled as he walked
his skin was made of chalk and sponge
John Brown hit the road
hit and kept on hitting
he grumbled as he strolled
he banged a bouncy rolling note
he was brilliant as a fool
was not about to cry
he fumbled as he stole
his bass was in a hole wrapped in a coat
John Brown played the bass
he tuned it as he played
John Brown could really play
he's gone away where you go when you go away
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