Violin Vs. Fiddle

I don't want to play the violin
I want to play the fiddle

My band would play in the city
Onstage I would stand left of middle

The drummer would thwack, thump and rattle
While the singer scats hum-doo-dee-diddle-diddle

My teacher didn't care for country or rock
He preached concertos and the gospel of Bach

The limelight on stage, the adoring fans
Churches, weddings and recitals aren't in my plans

Quit the violin, throw away that fiddle
Tell that teacher something that ain't no riddle

Run past that baby grand and into my car
I think I might pick up the guitar