, the coffee shop When we on the West Coast, where they gon' find us at? At the coffee shop What about up top, shawty, where they gon' find us at? At
[Young Chris talking] Where that pian sat at (uh) Young Gannas (chea) What up niggas; Niggas got till January to get they shit together; You hear that
fearaf? Around you'll be hemps meat inside of a meal sack Puny little bucks better hit the jake But that doesn't mean nothin' to the heart within You
define you The things you hate the most The lessons on piano The books you read in Sunday school I swear I'd trade in anything to be young again And
be together 'Cause I love you Oh yeah, do come on, come on Well, the hack at the doorstep says it The midwife with her forceps says it The demented young
him so He was impressive, young and aggressive Saving the world on his own The warm summer breezes and French wine and cheeses Put his ambitions at
him so He was impressive, young and aggressive Saving world on his own But the warm summer breezes The French wines and cheeses Put his ambition at
telephone rings I hear my own voice /on the answering machine please leave a message/ I'm glad ya called I listen for a voice /but there's nothin' at
s exciting So I put on my overcoat and went down to find In Revlon and Crimpelene, they captured my heart To the strain of a piano and a cocktail murderess
summer And that brings us back to me I was the gypsy We sang as we stood at the gate We were ready to take the world on Four young soldiers of fate
weight of water I can hear the angels singing They?re laughing yeah they?re laughing at us Day by day and it?s moment after moment I can hear the people
come kingdom go Mementos relics crated cargo A million things all left behind Relationships with humankind Conducted as if I was buying slaves at auction Holding court at
hear that Father Dip Is gonna blow the blues And all that Jazz Hold on, hon We're gonna bunny hug I bought some aspirin Down at United Drug I case you
in the dark She had a country soul and a rock 'n' roll heart And her whole body shook when she stood up and played the piano And the boys say, "Play,
's exciting So I put on my overcoat and went down to find In Revlon and Crimpelene they captured my heart To the strain of a piano and a cocktail murderess
I'm sending you a big bouquet of roses one for every time you broke my heart [ piano - steel ] You made our lover's lane a road of sorrow till at last
so much joy everywhere he goes Everybody shouts Viva la Mexican Joe He likes to gamble at poker he's an ace He's always lucky with the cardsthat's got a face At
) George duke (keyboards) Ruth underwood (percussion) Tom fowler (bass) Chester thompson (drums) Fz: Now the sound that you hear in the background right