Ozzy, give us an A. See if we're in tune here. ♪ Highly melodic. Melodic? Oh, yes. Well, it may be as far as the odd dog or bat are concerned, but to mere human ears, there's no sound at all. These are what we musicians term muted strings, Jeeves. If I might correct you, sir, they are in fact the latest acoustically balanced and delayed resonation strings, designed to project the sound over a wider area. Their effect is to give the impression of silence only in the immediate vicinity of the instrument itself. Really? I can assure you, sir, that from here, the sound is quite deafening. All right, here we go then. ♪ Three, two, one, and... ♪ Home's the man you've all been sitting there anticipating ♪ ♪ Home's the man with his instrument ready, willing, and waiting ♪ ♪ Home's the man for whom your breath has been eagerly baiting ♪ ♪ If I hadn't already confessed it, you'd no doubt already have guessed it. ♪ ♪ Banjo boy, banjo boy, play a number for me, go to play that melody. ♪ ♪ When you start your playing, mama starts her swaying, she's right there with a soul in that rhythm. ♪ ♪ Banjo boy, banjo boy, play the razz-a-matazz, you're the sunny Southern's king. ♪ ♪ You said Dixie humming it, when you started strumming it, see those fingers go in. ♪ ♪ When you start to syncopate, someone seemed to orchestrate, the Swanee stops its flowing, just hear him play. ♪ ♪ You can pluck your heartstrings full of joy, that banjo boy. ♪ See what I mean? ♪ Give him go, don't you know? Love him so, not too loud is it? Let him swing, and do his thing. He's the king. Ring-a-ding. ♪ ♪ Banjo boy, banjo boy, you're the musical sun, in the Southern's sunny skies. Feet will stop their fidgets, see those magic digits. Hands are a-clapping, fingers a-snapping. Banjo boy, banjo boy, play that feeling tune, that the old folks love to sing. ♪ ♪ Can't you hear the people cry? Wanna see those fingers fly? Listen to him play it. Can't you hear the children roar? Dixie's shouting out for more. Hear those fingers go in, into the fire. ♪ ♪ Who's that cotton picking hunk of joy? That golden kid that fashion can't destroy? Who's name they shout from Maine to Illinois? That's banjo boy, banjo boy. ♪