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