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
Album: Mardi Gras in New Orleans (1987) MG 1001 Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com Me got fire, can't put it out Heap fire water gonna make me shout I
dance I tried to crawl in under a bath tab When a policeman said, "Where are you goin' there, bub?" Now they got us out of there like a house on fire
sister's hair on fire, Sing rickety-tickety-tin, She set her sister's hair on fire, And as the smoke and flame rose high'r, Danced around the funeral
the folks was havin' the time of their life And Sam was jivin' Jimmie's wife Over in the corner was a beat up grand Being played by a big fat piano man
a door and up a high stairs Singing and dancing is heard everywhere I'll let you shake hands with the people you see And watch the kids dance 'round
Got your bones spread out on the dance floor Chomping bits on your way to the supermarket Well respected, well received, the piano and the luggage Own
the change, Charlie. [Charlie - driver] - Thank you. [Dance Captain] Where the hell have you been? And where is Veronica? [Velma Kelly] she isn't herself tonight [Dance
enough So you're gonna have to show me how that dance is done; The one where somebody leaves someone He's impaling the front row, Fighting fire with
had to shrug As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my piano The wallflower is waiting, she hides behind composure, composure She'd love to dance
Chuck it on the fire With all these lies we covet Politics wave this hand Eat the applause Refuse what has been treatened The dance of the 7 veils
in a door and up a high stairs Singing and dancing is heard everywhere I'll let you shake hands with the people you see And watch the kids dance round
dancing can I feel this free At night I lock the doors, where no one else can see I'm tired of dancing here all by myself Tonight I wanna dance with
enough So you're gonna have to show me How that dance is done The one where somebody leaves someone He's impaling the front row Fighting fires with
a door and up a high stairs, Singing and dancing is heard everywhere, I will let you shake hands with the people you see, And watch the kids dance around
a backwash song Like a frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the grass In my radio smashed And I like pianos
full white hat on a pumpkin you know there's something the moon was a stone's throw stop the show I need to say hello to the crow light the fire piano
