Fiddler Joe from Kokomo took lessons on a piccolo
But after seven years or so
He could play a violin
Beneath his whiskered chin
He'd tuck his violin
And when you least expected
Fiddler Joseph would begin
On his fid-fid-fid-fid-fid-fid-fiddle-dee-dee
He played his melody
As plain as plain could be
Now he might have played that tune
On a harp or a bassoon
But he played it on his fid-fid-fiddle-dee-dee
Joseph met a girl last Spring who said
Come up and bring a ring
Joseph had no ring to bring so he brought his violin
A cunning B flat grin
Hung from his whiskered chin
And then the maiden shouted
Mister Fiddler Man, begin
On his fid-fid-fid-fid-fid-fid-fiddle-dee-dee
He played his melody
As plain as plain could be
Now he might have played that tune
On a harp or a bassoon
But he played it on his fid-fid-fiddle-dee-dee
Joe and Jim, like two big fools
Went one night to steal some jewels
Joseph had no burglar tools
So he brought his violin
Soon Joseph said to Jim
This is the house, go in
Go in, and I'll accompany you on my violin
On his fid-fid-fid-fid-fid-fid-fiddle-dee-dee
He played his melody
As plain as plain could be
Now he might have played that tune
On a harp or a bassoon
But he played it on his fid-fid-fiddle-dee-dee
