there was this sonofabitch named Benny.
Played the drums real good,
like they was goin’ out of style.
Had a big ol’ set and flying saucers
up on poles that he hit with sticks
and he paid a lot of money
and he did it, boy. He sure did it.
Benny couldn’t add though,
ain’t never read no books or nothin’.
Failed the 9th grade and didn’t go back.
But he can tell you all ’bout drummers
you ain’t never heard of, but you sure heard.
An’ he can sing every word to
every song the Beatles wrote,
and get’s ’em too.
And Benny, that sonofabitch,
he can tell you about life,
and Charlie, let me tell ya
that’s good enough for me.