Roy: how are we gonna get outta here?
(drummer?): I don't know)
FZ: A giant vocal extravaganza

While I was down in Tennesee
All my friends was glad to see me

We sat down by the railroad tracks
Seen some cotton pickers with their sacks on their backs
They said hey man we’re glad to see you back
We got a new dance they call the Bacon Fat
It goes: diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly wah, wah
Diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly wah, wah
Diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly wah

Then I went down to see my local d.j
His name is King; he lives down Tennessee way
I said hey man
What's this new kind of jump
Where you wind up twice and then you end with a bump?
He said dig, daddy it's a natural fact
It’s sweeping the South, that thing, the Bacon Fat
It goes: diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly wah, wah
Diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly wah, wah
Diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly wah
FZ: Thank you. Still tryin' to get the sound adjusted so it sounds more teenage and appealing for you. The problem is that gymnasiums were not designed to have music played in them. They're for socks and people who like to jump around with balls and stuff