He drives like a mad man
A Renaissance man he is
He mediates a conversation eloquently
Fiddle man, fiddle dee dee
His diet's macrobiotic
An occasional hot dog or two
Moving his bow back and forth
While shining his duct taped shoe
Fiddle man, fiddle dee dee
He proudly plays in the ballet pit
A lesson he'll teach with his fiddler's wit
On the street he plays and there once said
"sh*t, I FORGOT MY ROSIN"
Crazy yes, but some might say
They wouldn't have him any other way
A toad-like man whose only vice
He collects and cooks all the wedding rice
He loves to play a reel of a jig while riding
The back of a big fat pig
A Renaissance man with a charm and wit
For hours and hours we listen and sit
Fiddle man, fiddle dee dee
Fiddle man, fiddle dee dee
Fiddle man, fiddle dee dah
If you take my car please don't go far
Fiddle man, fiddle dee dee