Thank God for the Fiddlegirl

Well high is the charm, her writin' ain't slack
Ain't much can top Fidd-le-girl, she ain't no hack
With purpose she writes, talent never lacked
I'm laud-ing the Fiddlegirl

Don't be simple or yer life maybe come to some harm
A hazin' from her rep-er-toire be ringin' your alarm
No frays or your drilled with her steely funny charm
I’m awed by the Fiddlegirl

Well I'll spot me a fine write, a shot from Girl Fiddle
Then the pun's comin' up, I can't wait for transmittal
Fives ain't nothin' for a funny ditty Fiddle
Ap-plaud-ing the Fiddlegirl

Yeah there's smirks a ton and the fun's never low
I pull up her ditty and the laughter starts to flow
A bit a-bout sheep, spewin’ coffee from my nose
Slack jawed at the Fiddlegirl

I'd play, dally, wooden fid-dle if I could
Learn a chord, what a life, would it do my heart some good
Be a fiddle playin' man, am I mis-un-der-stood?
I’m hot to play fiddle, girl

Well I bet she's a fine wife, bet she cooks some good vittles
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes called McGriddlesâ„¢
Strife ain't nothin' when you read a Fiddle diddle
Still awed by that Fiddlegirl, woo!

(fiddle solo)

Well she'll wield a blade, a knife, she suffers no fools
She's clever when she cuts 'em then hands 'em their jewels
She’ll take ya to the ground man, girl’s got all the tools
Roughshod on ‘em Fiddlegirl

Yeah teamin' with Tommy, boy it makes quite a scene
I gotta bad feelin', workin' with a Turtle green
Hon, let me tell ya how them turtles can be mean
Maraud not the Fiddlegirl

Well, I bet she can play fife as well as the fiddle
When the gun's gummin' up and your thumbs start to twiddle
Dough-nuts better with a creamy dreamy middle
Sounds odd, it's a riddle, girl

(another fiddle dominated interlude)

Well, the Fiddlegirl is crafty as the sky is wide
Man she hooks me with her grand meld-ing prose far and wide
Spreads laughter, good times and play the fiddle besides
Stand up for the Fiddlegirl

Like mad, she's caught, trap sprung now our Girl's with Tommy Turtle
Bet before it's over he'll be wearin' her girdle
Naughty, how you love, but soon she'll call Tommy Myrtle
Spank hard on him Fiddlegirl

Well, she gives all a fine write and plays a mean fiddle
Lot more puns comin' up, but she'll never belittle
Life plays better with a little Girl of Fiddle
Woo! Thank God for the Fiddlegirl, yeah!

(one more enjoyable fiddle opus)