Clyde plays electric bass

Plays it with finesse and grace

Sit on the porch without no shoes

A picking the bass and singing the blues

Misery loves company

And his old dog sings harmony

Tambourine tied to his tail

You can hear him moan, you can hear him wail

Jody May, she got a dollar

Down the road you can hear her holler

"Get up Clyde, we got something to do

That old dog can sing the blues"

He don't move, he don't flinch

Clyde, he don't move an inch

Just sit on the porch without no shoes

Picking his bass and singing the blues