Play That Country Tuba, Cowboy The Vandals

Play that country tuba, cowboy
Play that country tuba, cowboy
Play that country tuba, play that country tuba
Play that country tuba, cowboy

Well musicians' stories have made the rounds
About traveling bands in red-neck towns
But for tuba players this has got to be a first

This one starts like they all do
I'd been traveling hard for a day or two
And I stopped into this joint to quench my thirst

Up walked this big mountain man
Said, "What'cha got there? A garbage can?"
And I said, "Excuse me, that's my tuba, if you please."

He said "Great play a country song
So me and my buddies can sing along"
And I told him I only play with symphonies

He slammed his fist and spit out his beer
And his body language made it very clear
This wasn't going to be just another B-flat day

That's when he cocked his thirty-odd-six
And boy, I let out with some country licks
I'd never thought I'd hear my tuba play