Lyrics

[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