Fiddle Riddle

Once stood a man on my face

Ooh yeah, on my face

Gobbled him up 'cause my taste

Leaves nothing to waste

Hear the riddle that I say

Hear the riddle that I say

What is fair is fair

That is fair and square

To me

Piano it marks the good pace

Ooh, yeah, the good pace

Don't know if it's right, but I like the bass

So turn up the bass

Hear the fiddles as they play

Hear the fiddles as they play

What is fair is fair

And the guitar player

No metal, no brick, was no trace

Oh no, was no trace

But machines moved on, and still chased

No particular place