as his wrist flies

in a country way, no brass or horns
a plain little ditty, unadorned
on the banjo
but his act just dies
cause if there's one thing the world don't need
its another hayseed playin' lead
on the banjo

people just don't understand
not wild 'bout...a banjo man
oh, he'll grow to be a hungry old man that way
taken lessons since he's three
but he's maligned, you see
people simply spurn the threat
of music played that way

but he don't learn

and this banjo playin' guy
in his funny clothes
plays quick and fleet
but the folks say, "gross ! , its a banjo"

but he still don't learn

and plays for free on streets all night
all he wants is a meal
but he don't get a bite
playin' banjo

then one night in desperation
the old guy says OK
he tries a song...on guitar
folks are stunned
and he soon goes far
and his troubles die

as a crowd gathers 'round
this feisty old man
plays loud as can be
with an axe in his hand
no more banjo

and the old man thrives

rock and roll he plays
no country corn
this sucker's goin' crazy
he's reborn
no more banjo

no more banjo
no more banjo