Let the Piano Man Play (2x) I?m call you in the middle of the night Before we have a little problem You You You, Me & You, You You And it ain?t gon be
, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go I already spittin' to the rhythm of the piano So now I gotta give the drummer
girls dancin', ooh, ooh Yo, go whereyalike Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh I mean rich, poor, high, low, or upper-middle class
We knocked on the door and it opened with ease And a lush little Miss said, "Come in, please" Before we could even bat an eye We were right in the middle
. Check it out. [e-40] Thangs fine, in the middle of the street, sirens and violens silence Muthafuckas play for keeps, violens and diamonds on my grand piano
get me wrong Been a long, long, long, long time Since I Don't get me wrong Don't get me wrong Whatever happened to those bits in the middle? You know those crazy piano
up in the middle I cry just a little When I think of letting go Oh no, gave up on the riddle I cry just a little When he plays piano in the dark He
Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W.C. Handy, won't you
hook Embrace me, you irreplaceable you Who were you then? Did you have a woman? Were you hard up for cash? Did you ever know you?d be heard in the middle
it. it goes like this: (sung) Low, middle, high, high, low, high Low, middle, high, high Low, middle, high, high, low, high Low, middle, high, high High, middle
shook off the ice and snow Boarded his sleigh and then yelled "Lets go!" All the little toys were happy too cause they were so bright and new A little piano
knocked on the door and it opened up with ease And a lush little Miss said, "Come in, please" 'Fore we could even bat an eye We were right in the middle
murder Me and every track have a physical merger When I stab it in the chest I'm a bit of a curver So it bleeds to death, like the middle of a unfinished
Sit yourself down at the piano Just about in the middle Put all your fingers on the blacknotes Anywhere you want to Sing along, write a song And understand
I was made in England, out of Cadillac muscle I had a quit-me father, had a love-me mother I had little Richard and that black piano Oh that sweet Georgia
And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle
Put on my blue suede shoes and I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the delta blues In the middle of the pouring rain W.C. Handy, won't you