The Kill-Basa Bill Road Show

The Announcer calls out:

"And now, bluegrass band number 117, The Kill-Basa Bill Road Show!"

The crowd roars as the band takes the stage. These guys are regulars at the Old Fiddlers Convention in Galax, Virginia, and please the crowd every year.

Dressed in rainbow colored, tie-dyed shirts and loud patterned lounge pants, Kill-Basa Bill (A.K.A. William Guthrie) with his long white beard, looks like Santa Clause turned hippie. The Danbury, North Carolina, native takes a few licks on his big bass fiddle and launches into a song that the crowd has heard many times before called, "I Just Don't Look Good Naked Anymore."

The fourth verse goes like this:

I went to the doctor for my annual medical exam,
Stood there in the buff and suddenly he said "Man!"
I said "What is it, Doc, some fatal disease?
I've just got to know the score."
He said "No, you just don't look good naked anymore."

The crowd cheers as Bill sings the last few lines of the song:

"Well, my arches fell, my chest went to hell and my butts dragging the floor. No, I just don't look good naked anymore."

As the band leaves the stage, Kill-Basa Bill turns and yells out:

"And I can prove it!"