text:  The people gather around when he gets on the stand. And when he plays, he gets a hand. The rhythm he plays puts him catching the trend. Nobody there bothers to dance. And when they jam with the bass and guitar, they holler, oh, beat me, daddy. Hey, to the bar, I say, plank, plank, plank, plank, plank, plonking on the key. Rip, rap, rip, rap, rip, rap, ripping on with ease.