Slap That Bass

Well, you got a pretty face
You wrapped up a Chantilly lace
You better grab a can of mace
Cause I'm about to slap that bass

Slap that bass
Yeah, baby, give me some space
Slow down, this ain't no race
Keep up with the rebel pace
He's gonna slap that bass
Come on, baby, slap that bass
Yeah, slap that bass

When I was little I played a second fiddle
But now that I got hair on my face I like to slap that bass

You know I like to chase
I don't care about second base
Don't worry, won't leave a trace
Just let me slap that bass

Slap that bass

Sit down, say your grace
Spray that hair so it stays in place
This doghouse has no case
I guess I gotta just slap that bass
Honey child, let me slap that bass Yeah, slap that bass

I'm an outcast with my band I'm a truly troubled case
All because I like to keep my hands on my double bass
I won't tell you what to say
But there'll be no more delays
Thursday, Friday, Saturdays
You can hear him slapping that bass
Slap that bass

Ha ha, have you heard the latest craze? Radio is all ablaze

He's ready, ready to amaze
Come on, watch him slap that bass
Honey child, let me slap that bass
Yeah, slap that bass



Credits
Writer(s): Bryon Garrison
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