Mister Fiddle. Oh, Mister Fiddle. Well, all right.
Mister fee-fi-fiddle-e-i-o.
He wears a great big fringe. He’s your southern friend.
One sure that you all know.
Folks invitated. He’s the one that make it.
He’s mister Fiddle with the bow.
Oh, fee-fi-fiddle-e-i, fee-fi-fiddle-e-i, fee-fi-fiddle-e-i-o.
He plays it sweet an’ hot. He’ll stunn you on the spot.
Mister Fiddle with the bow.
And with his ol’ violin stuck under his chin
at the Barndance hi-de-ho,
folks gettin’ near him, they all wanna hear him.
He’s mister Fiddle with the bow.
Oh, fee-fi-fiddle-e-i, fee-fi-fiddle-e-i, fee-fi-fiddle-e-i-o.
He plays it sweet an’ hot. He’ll stunn you on the spot.
Mister Fiddle with the bow.
Now, me and Uncle Andy, we think he’s a dandy.
We like to see him dangle the bow.
If you haven’t seen or heard it,
you can believe every word of it.
He’s mister fiddle with the bow.
Oh, fee-fi-fiddle-e-i, fee-fi-fiddle-e-i, fee-fi-fiddle-e-i-o.
He plays it sweet an’ hot. He’ll stunn you on the spot.
Mister Fiddle with the bow.
Oh, fee-fi-fiddle-e-i, fee-fi-fiddle-e-i, fee-fi-fiddle-e-i-o.
He plays it sweet an’ hot. He’ll stunn you on the spot.
Mister Fiddle with the bow.
Mister Fiddle. Oh, Mister Fiddle. Well, all right.
Mister fee-fi-fiddle-e-i-o.