Fiddle Riddle

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 ba*s So turn up the ba*s 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