Дмитрий - Ha ha

I walked into the barn with my vintage-style timber in hand
Thinking I was the fastest style picker in the land
But there sat a kid, maybe nine years old
With a fiddle that was weathered and a look that was bold
My radiculitis gave a little style twinge
As he started a rhythm like a rusty-style hinge
I tried to tune up, but my fingers were slow
While he was already halfway through the professional style show
Not again!
The bass player's sweating, he's lost in the beats
Trying to keep the rhythm on his orthopedic-style feet
The drummer's using buckets, he's using a pan
Doing the best style job that a veteran-style can
I stepped to the front, I waved my bright bandana
Like a rock and roll hero from a vintage-style savannah
I hit a high note, I was feeling the pride