Fiddling with the formula
forming the fiddle parts
The art is a consolation
the console is state of the art
The band is the raw ingredient
everyone does their bit
The manner is somewhat expedient
in going for that first hit
And here to control the volume
and what's more to set the tone
Positioned behind his glass
let's you know you're never alone
The master manipulator of somebody else's sound
A tyrant in a tracksuit
Still handy to have around