Fiddle Riddle Lyrics - Frank Black

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 yea yea, 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 

Hear the riddle that I say 

Hear the riddle that I say 

What is fair is fair 

That is fair and square 

To me, to me, to me, to me 

Hmm hmm hmm 

What is fair is fair 

That is fair and square to me