on, you know? Like, a signature bed. And I thought my thing could be a loaf. Give them just enough to feel hungry but always leave them one more. Once
made them go But he had flown from his homeland You could see him there A gull circling In the high desert air (Chorus) And somehow I Have to learn
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier) Steve vai (guitar) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards) Chuck wild (piano) Arthur barrow (bass) Scott thunes
as he drew on the air For he knew this would be his final grace [ piano ] In the wreck he was found lying there on the ground And he asked them to raise
said there's magic in the fiddler's arm There's magic in this town There's magic in the dancers' feet And the way they put them down People smilin' everywhere
child He said, "There's magic in the fiddler's arm, there's magic in this town There's magic in the dancers' feet and the way they put them down People
, produc shizzle Pimp C, Jody Breeze If y'all niggaz want the honey, yeah But I just want the money, young chump change Just fifties and them hundreds
at JOE.) Don't lean back like that. JOE Norma, it's that thing. It tickles. (NORMA pulls the feathers out of her hair and casts them aside. THEY resume
you eat at my seat When they know I call my name at this table I'm gon always be here, and y'all always gonna fear The bronx making them recoreds cause
There was a boy who came into this world At the hands of a holy woman in a holy place He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog Saw them reflected in the
s all mind The whole three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine in the pocket Burstin' in the air are rockets creatin' lots of Lyte, get it? How many different ways can I say it? Piano
Japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano man Your song gonna top the charts, I heard 'em, I'm not a fan-n-n Talkin' greasy I'm the one that gave them
and you just a piano man Your songs don't top the charts, I heard 'em, I'm not a fa-an-an Niggas talkin' greasy, I'm the one that gave them they chance
go up north to play at his funeral And his wife is there In some chapel she's picked out And there's not even an organ I have to play on some broken upright piano
'll let you shake hands with the people you see And watch the kids dance round that big Christmas tree There's talking and laughing and songs in the air