Big Long Slidin' Thing

I've been in every bar,
Been in every honky-tonk,
Been tryin' to find my daddy
With that broke down piece o' junk!
Ask everyone to help me,
Cried, "Help me if you can;
You'll know my daddy,
He's that trombone playin' man!
Where is my daddy?
Tell me where is my daddy
With that big long slidin' thing?"

I even ask a man
That played a steel guitar;
He said that you don't need him
To be moved eight to the bar!
He brought his amplifier
And he hitched it in my plug;
He planked it, and he plunked it,
But it just wasn't good enough,
'Cause I need my daddy,
Need my daddy with that big long slidin' thing!

Well, then a knock came at my door,
I said, "Mmm, my daddy's back!".
I opened up the door
And there stood Piano Jack!
He said, "I came to do some tinklin'
On your piano keys!".
I said, "Don't make me nervous,
This ain't no time to tease!
Just send me my daddy,
Send me my daddy with that big long slidin' thing!".

Well, the first time he played,
I ask him how it was done.
He said, "I blow through here,
Then I work my fingers and my thumb!
I slide it right up,
Then I slide it back again
And I gdet a lot o' wind,
And then I slide it back again!".
That is my daddy
With that big long sliding thing, oh yeah!