[Verse 1] Little bit wooden, little bit wide Will you make that sound tonight? Little bit wooden, little bit wide Oh, those bars are looking right [Verse 2] So you're standing in my living room Somehow taking up the floor Found four mallets in the kitchen Guess I'll have to buy some more But I don't know how you do it Every note just runs right through it [Chorus] She's a little bit wooden, little bit sweet Got everybody tapping to the marimba beat She's a little bit wooden, little bit sweet I don't know how you do it Making music with your feet Making music with your feet [Verse 3] She's the one that everybody hears Every hall, throughout the years Someone hits her with a rubber mallet And suddenly she's got a career I don't know how you do it Hit a plank and somehow groove it [Chorus] She's a little bit wooden, little bit sweet Got everybody staring at the marimba beat She's a little bit wooden, little bit sweet I don't know how you do it Hope you don't fall on my feet Hope you don't fall on my feet [Verse 4] She's got bars from high to low And some tubes hanging down below Every time I think I'm finished There's another note to know C-sharp, D-flat, same old story Percussion never needed glory [Verse 5] I tried to play a simple melody But my neighbors called the cops on me Said, "It's two in the morning, buddy" I said, "That's the rhythm section, please!" But I don't know how you do it Six octaves and still so fluid [Chorus] She's a little bit wooden, little bit sweet Got everybody ducking from the marimba beat She's a little bit wooden, little bit sweet I don't know how you do it But my hands are getting weak My hands are getting weak [Bridge] A little hard to move Needs a truck and thirty dudes Funny how she's always got Another octave left to prove I tried to put her in the car She simply said, "You won't get far" So now she's blocking half the driveway And I've somehow bought a van [Verse 6] She's got resonators underneath Making every little note go deep Hit a bar and wait three seconds Then the whole house starts to shake The dog has learned a minor scale The neighbors' patience starts to fail [Chorus] She's a little bit wooden, little bit sweet Got everybody running from the marimba beat She's a little bit wooden, little bit sweet I don't know how you do it Turning planks into a symphony Turning planks into a symphony [Verse 7] Now I'm sleeping by the marimba She's become my closest friend Bought a tiny little mallet So we can practice in the bed People say I've gone too far But they don't understand the bar [Final Chorus] She's a little bit wooden, little bit sweet Got everybody dancing to the marimba beat She's a little bit wooden, little bit sweet I don't know how you do it But you make my heart skip beats You make my heart skip beats She's a little bit wooden Little bit wide Six feet long and hard to hide She's a little bit wooden Little bit sweet And if you need me, I'll be underneath [Outro] Little bit wooden Little bit sweet Hit that bar and feel the heat Little bit wooden Little bit grand Why did I buy a marimba this big? ...I can't even fit it through the door.
