Lyrics:
Piano Don T

I can't lose with the stuff I use (Don't you just know it) Baby, don't believe I wear two left shoes (Don't you just know it) Ah ha ha ha (Ah ha ha ha

camaraderie. It's a vision of progression. It's a vision. Please don't shoot the piano player, he's doing the best he can. Please don't shoot the piano

do Long haired ladies, well, they look so fine Locked in my cellar full of cheap red wine But I don't think those ladies they really mind, honey I still don't

bird The white walls of your dressing room Are stained in scarlet red You bled upon the cold stone Like a young man Hmm, in the foreign field of death Oh, wouldn't

I heard from a friend you'd been messing around With a cute little thing I'd been dating up-town Well I don't know if I like that idea much Well you better

devil dark With the hound pack in full cry Have mercy on the criminal Who is runnin' from the law Are you blind to the winds of change? Don?t you hear

can?t prove this makes any sense but I sure hope that it does. Perhaps, I was born with the curiosity of old crows. The piano knows something I don?t

Translation: Folly. Please Don't Shoot The Piano Player, He's Doing The Best He Can.

can?t prove this makes any sense but I sure hope that it does. Perhaps, I was born with the curiosity of old crows. The piano knows something I don?t