Bernard Cribbins
“B” Side Blues
[Intro]
B-sides, B-sides
They ain't good news
Turn it up, don't turn it over
Don't play me the B-side blues

[Verse 1]
Now, this right here
Is a paddle of steel
I don't wanna pick to you

It's a humdinger
Ooh, what a winner
For a-killin' the B-side blues

[Verse 2]
Now, the mandolin sounds kinda thin
It's an easy noise to lose
Amidst all that crashin'
Smashin' and a-bashin'
Here on the B-side blues

[Chorus]
B-sides, B-sides
They ain't good news
Turn it up, don't turn it over
Don't play me the B-side blues
[Verse 3]
Now, you hear this thing?
It's called a twelve-string
It's difficult to tune
I bet the troglodytes found it indispensible
Playin' their B-side blues

[Verse 4]
Now, this little fella
Sounds all the betta
When I'm takin' my mid-day snooze
But then banjo pickers sound so much thicker
When they're pickin' their B-side blues

[Chorus]
B-sides, B-sides
They ain't good news
Turn it up, don't turn it over
Don't play me the B-side blues

[Bridge]
All right now

That's so pretty
And so are you
[Verse 5]
Now, the yodeling dude in his cowboy shoes
With his "little old lady who"
He's not king of the road
He's not King Creole
He's just king of the B-side blues

[Verse 6]
Hey, diddle, diddle
The sound of that fiddle
Could drive a man to booze
Sure as hell sure is just as well
No one ever plays the B-side blues

[Coda]
B-sides, B-sides
They ain't good news
Turn it up, don't turn it over
Don't play me the B-side blues

B-sides, B-sides
They ain't good news
Turn it up, don't turn it over
Don't play me the B-side blues

B-sides, B-sides
They ain't good news
Turn it up, don't turn it over
Don't play me the B-side blues
B-sides, B-sides
They ain't good news
Turn it up, don't turn it over
Don't play me the B-side blues