Strumming with two fingers,
Low and thunderous, the bass,
We are the rythem bringers,
Made our own part in rock, our own place,
Loyal to our own band,
We start off with a slow beat,
Then quicken into a fast jam,
In a contest, we'll always defeat,
Those who wish to dethrone us,
From our music stature,
But now, take heed, you must,
We have the power of nature,
The sense of sound,
Only to ring out from our amps,
That is where we're found,
The bass players, always champs. |
