Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frank Black
Vocals
Eric Drew Feldman
Bass Guitar
Lyle Workman
Guitar
Moris Tepper
Electric Guitar
Nick Vincent
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Black
Songwriter
Lyrics
Once stood a man on my face
Ooh yeah, on my face
Gobbled him up, 'cause my taste
Leaves nothing to waste
Hear the riddle that I say
Hear the riddle that I say
What is fair is fair
That is fair and square to me
Piano, it marks the good pace
Ooh yea yea, the good pace
Don't know if it's right, but I like the bass
So turn up the bass
Hear the fiddles as they play
Hear the fiddles as they play
What is fair is fair
And the guitar player
No metal, no brick, was no trace
Oh no, was no trace
But machines moved on, and still chased
No particular place
Hear the riddle that I say
Hear the riddle that I say
What is fair is fair
That is fair and square
To me, to me, to me, to me
Hmm hmm hmm
What is fair is fair
That is fair and square to me
Writer(s): Charles Thompson
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