footage of duct-taped lies Animal frequencies pinching deodorized nerves Cosmetic procedures on the cartilage of apocalypse Mannequin tycoons with airport piano bar
car I'll hitch I got a thumb and she's a son of a bitch I do my writing on my road guitar And make a living at a piano bar, oh Worse comes to worse
a song you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Yeah we're in the mood for a melody And you've got us feeling all right John at the bar is a friend
, I'll hitch I got a thumb and she's a son of a bitch I do my writing on my road guitar And make a living at a piano bar, oh Chorus Lightning and thunder
car, I'll hitch I got a thumb and she's a son of a bitch I do my writing on my road guitar And make a living at a piano bar, oh Chorus Lightning and
my system But there's one musical instrument that I call mine I love a piano, I love a piano I love to hear somebody play Upon a piano, a grand piano
the cold cold ground cold cold ground gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells blow the roof off the goat barn let it roll down the hill the piano
dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah) So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh) I'm touching keys like pianos to getting
(Shel Silverstein) She's the queen of the Silver Dollar, and she rules this smokey kingdom And her sceptre is a wine glass and a bar-stool is her throne
drinking in the park Remember me with the wind in my sails Replace the night nurse that sits at my bedside With a whistling heart that played piano
I'm the piano player, down at Eddies' bar, and Rachel she's the waitress who want to be a star. She swears she's gonna make it, make it big someday, and
I'm the piano player down at Eddie's bar And Rachel she's the waitress who wants to be a star She swears she's gonna make it, make it big someday And
This hotel bar is full of people The piano man is really laying it down Even the old bartender is as high as a steeple So why tonight should I wear a
Play me like a player piano Roll me from the corners Of your dark and dusty shadows Like a player piano I sit useless Most of the time The bar gets darker
planned to stay (Chorus) The night you left me out in the cold The night you left me out in the cold And now you're gone I'm like a broken piano That
that bares a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you. A tinkling piano
're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well we're all in the mood for a melody and you've got us feeling alright Now John at the bar is a friend of
Well, Johnny come in last night. Man he was an awful sight. The Bartender said, "Hey Johnny! There'll be no band tonight" "The piano-man's drunk, He been