Lyrics:
Piano Drink

are on fire And the newspapers were fooling, and the ash-trays have retired 'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking The piano has been drinking

are on fire And the newspapers were fooling, and the ash-trays have retired 'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking The piano has been drinking

are on fire And the newspapers were fooling, and the ash-trays have retired 'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking The piano has been drinking

piano man, take us up on outta here playboy. My get back skillz, my get back skillz. *(E-40)* (burp) I hurt my ass off by Drink-A-Lot, but I'm

do who ya like Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh Alright, here we go, y'all, doowutchyalike Talk how ya like Drink wutch ya like

them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday he ain't going nowhere I went home switched gear went out and grabbed me a beer 10 drinks later I'm at Burger

into art and fuzzy rabbits, kinda smart with a big heart, you can have it See you find that funny I'd love to buy you a drink but I got bent and spent

music comes on and we march at the dance Inside of your mind or inside of my pants? Musical intention that we have is vast You sick, drink a NyQuil,

arrow oh they mad cause i Shyne like Jamal Barrow and they say im so proud but im like i know i do this thing nobly like Manu ten I know, grand like piano