backwash soul Like a fryin' pan when the fire's gone Drivin' my pig while the bands takin' pictures in the grass And my radio's smashed And I like pianos
we're singin' a song And doowutchyalike, yeah doowutchyalike And since you came here you gotta show and prove And do that dance, until it don't move, and
fantasy In dreams, there'll be a shooting star for you and me I'm not nuts now honey, so take a chance We'll dance on the Milky Way (you'll love it)
fantasy In dreams, there'll be a shooting star for you and me I'm not nuts now honey, so take a chance We'll dance on the Milky Way You'll love it Livin
Get down Blick, piano sick Get down Chill you can get off my and Get down While I'm on the hook get on your good foot And blow up the spot for all of
And I saw the Kool in the gang show I always wanted to fit a band, yes I did To sing my songs, sing my songs And become a bad piano playing man So here
in The lies that showed more than his age He was drunk, worn and thin He sat down behind the ol' piano And he ran through a couple of notes And he said
danced like there's no tomorrow Duke (Ellington) played piano in Storyville We sang the Blues round midnight until. . . The sun came up and we'd improvise
evening -- that I play a wrong note ever And then. [piano] This song though does differ strikingly from the genuine folk ballad in that in this song the
where fat hands ?round the Steiner?s And no one cares if it suns or pours, in an hour between trains Barney puts the record on and the aimless rise to dance
'em Songs, don't know how we'd get on without them Songs, you can hum them, whistle or shout them Songs can keep you company when you're alone So find a song and
Laughin', dancin' everyone singin' along It's Christmas time again [Piano Solo] It's time to call up and gather all the family Raise a glass to our dearest friends It's time to play all those old timeless songs Play them over and
the piano Like he was pawing a dirty book He bit a hole in his big bottom lip And gave his very best little boy look And it was a song with a topical
her And she was dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me Tiny dancer in my hand And hold me closer, tiny dancer And count the headlights
came My heart was on the border of the blues A friendly smile here and there a table with an empty chair A love song I used to dance with you But since
thrown aside, dance invitations Oh, how the ghost of you clings These foolish things Remind me of you First daffodils and long excited cables And candlelight on little corner tables And
Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations Oh, how the ghost of you clings These foolish things Remind me of you First daffodills and long excited cables And candle light on little corner tables And
tune and the rhythm so strong Boom b' boom goes the big bass drum Piano man's going to take his turn Look out, baby, the singer's going to sing his songs