Beat Me Daddy, Eight to the Bar 
Don Raye, Hughie Prince and Eleanor Sheehy

In a dinky honky tonk village in Texas,
There's a guy who plays the best piano by far.
He can play piano anyway that you like it,
But the style he likes the best is eight to the bar.
When he plays it's a ball, he's the daddy of them all.

The people gather around when he gets on the stand,
Then when he plays he gets a hand,
The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance,
Nobody there bothers to dance.
But when he jams with the bass and guitar,
They holler, "Aw, beat me, daddy, eight to the bar."
A plink, a plank, a plink plank plink plank plunkin' on the keys,
A riff, a raff, a riff raff riff raff riffin' out with ease.
And when he jams with the bass and guitar,
They holler, "Aw, beat me, daddy, eight to the bar!"