Discord went down to Appleloosa, after Fluttershy made him feel.
He’d made a friend, he was on the mend and givin’ it some zeal.

When he came across this young mare sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And Discord jumped upon a hickory stump and said: "Filly let me tell you what:
"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.
"And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
"Now you play a pretty good fiddle, mare, but give Discord his due:
"I bet a fiddle of gold against your yellow coat, 'cos I think I'm better than you."

The mare said: "My name's Fiddlesticks and it might be a sin,
"But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, 'cos I'm the best that's ever been."

Fiddlestick’s you grab your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cos chaos is in Appleloosa and the Discord deals the cards.
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold.
But if you lose, then Discord gets your coat.

Discord opened up his case and he said: "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his claws as he rosined up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across his strings and it made an funny squeak.
Then a band of ponies joined in and it sounded something like this.

(Instrumental)

When Discord finished, the mare said: "Well you're good and fun' .
"But sit yo’ butt, down there, I’ll show how we get ‘er done!"

Fire on the mountain, run colt, run.
Discord's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out dough.
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."

(Second Instrumental)

Discord bowed his head, he saw the mare knew how to groove.
He laid that golden fiddle on the ground by her hooves.
Fiddlestick’s said: "Discord y’all come on back if you ever want to try again.
"we’ll have some fun, but I won’t be outdone, ‘cause I'm the best there's ever been."

And she played fire on the mountain, run colt, run.
Discord's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pan, now they're pickin' out dough.
"Granny, will your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."