A one man band on a one night stand as a one man band should be,
they cried for more, he replied, ‘why sure’ and he played one just for free.
The sounds he laid down, the songs he played made the ladies all come to call.
He was born in the back of a seminole bus on the road to Niagra Falls.
I'd do it again, I'd do it again, I'd do it again.

The one man band, philosophical man, didn't lie when he said to us,
‘I seen the high rollers come and go, ‘it's the holy rollers I trust.’
The man said then he was sixteen when he retired from the county school.
A wee bit thin with a will to begin, he was known to be know man's fool.
I'd do it again, I'd do it again, I'd do it again.

The one man band was a mighty good man cause he played till the break of dawn.
He ups and downs about four more rounds and he stayed till the crowd went home.
It seemed to me like he never could be like anything I'd ever seen before
when he stepped from the stage with his ax in his hand and he run through the backstage door.
I'd do it again, I'd do it again, I'd do it again.

A one man band on a one night stand as a one man band should be,
they cried for more, he replied, ‘why sure’ and he played one just for free.