Mr. Piano Man Play a song for us (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for love (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for us (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for love Do you
She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati On a snow white Christmas Eve Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy With the baby in the backseat
Right now he's probably slow dancing With a bleached-blond tramp And she's probably getting frisky Right now, he's probably buying Her some fruity little
You're always on my mind You're always on my mind You're always on my mind On my mind Boy, I can't seem to get you out of my head But there's something
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I remember piano lessons The hours in freezing rooms Cruel ears and tiny hands Destroying timeless tunes She said there's too much out there Too much
Never get angry at the stupid people Though I go crazy at the dullness of my life Sit and I stare into a dusty window An empty face stares back at me
Play me like a player piano Roll me from the corners Of your dark and dusty shadows Like a player piano I sit useless Most of the time The bar gets darker
Vamos aclarando este asuntico Que no estas pa policia Ni yo para andar huyendo Vamos aclarando y te repito Que no tengo todo el dia para seguir discutiendo
When I find myself watching the time I never think about All the funny things you said I feel like it's dead Where is it leading me now? I turn around
Demerol cast away, Co-defrequent, Soma holiday, If I was a morgue noone would die. This atonal score, For if you're rhythmic dancing on the dance
Got a man that holds you tight Got a man that treats you right Got a man that loves you, that hugs you I swear Got a man that brings a beat Got man that
I got sunburnt waiting for the jets to land Circus people with hairy little hands Come on boys strike up the army band I got sunburnt waiting for the
As a child I went wild when a band played How I ran to the man when his hand swayed Clarinets were my pets and a slide trombone I thought was simply divine
Ne dites pas que ce garcon etait fou Il ne vivait pas comme les autres c'est tout Et pour quelles raisons etranges Les gens qui n'sont pas comme nous
King Tee's drunk again, yo, check this out, aww shit, aw shit I wanna dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers out there That, that, that perpentratin
Grandpa had a piano it was built in 1904 He brought it down from Sydney town before the First World War He'd sit down and crack his knuckles put his glasses
Heyyyy Yeahhhhh Ok I saw you at the bus stop You had on a haulter top And your mini skirt And your doony in your purse So I turn around and swoop you
