a closed book You could put your hang ups on a coat hook I'm from a puritanical land where they burn witches I'm the result of a welfare running up your
The old folks dream no more The books have gone to sleep, the piano's out of tune The little cat is dead and no more do they sing On a Sunday afternoon
Marian: Mama, a man with a suitcase followed me home. Mrs. Paroo: Oh--Who? Marian: I never saw him before. Mrs. Paroo: Did he say anythin'? Marian
A. Artie! ARTIE It's a year to begin a new life Buy a place somewhere quiet, somewhere pretty. When you have a young kid and a wife then you need somewhere
see you now at the piano Your back a slow curve Playing Ray Charles and Fats Domino While I sang all the words Little angel little brother Little angel little
in the book will do Everything can be justified. Wrong thinking gets the better of you It only takes a moment or two Comes stealin' like a thief in the night Changes every little
of being a star, But he learnt piano instead of guitar Which in the 90s didn't get you very far So while the other kids were learning Stairway He was the piano
d be a star, But he learnt piano instead of guitar, Which in the nineties didn't get you very far, So while the other kids were learning Stairway He was the piano
Vi havin' a swear. Takin' my Dad for a pint or two, a Sunday morning stroll. Licorice pipes and baggy suits, Glen Hoddle scorin' a goal. Catchin' a pike
an A, Get the door Don't get smart with me Get a Grip Get in here I'll count to 3 Get a job Get a life Get a PhD Get a dose of... I don't care who started
Yes, everywhere she step, went off like a flare gun Stilettos on, parquet floors Miss thing, she's a fierce one, two and three Bad little mama, she built
The company couch covered in plastic Little books about being saved The dining room table nobody ate at And the piano nobody played [Chorus] There was this beautiful lamp I always loved A
we could use a little something to eat So we went to a house on Rampart Street We knocked on the door and it opened up with ease And a lush little Miss
got this piano tune he made even though he wrote it as a child it?s still a hit today it goes tra la la la la la la ive got this little house up north