other way, we givin' them a show Keys to the ignition and step on the gas (Let's go) And bust a bottle and pour me a shot in my glass (Let's go) Where
It Away! Recycle It! Stop! Think about it. Don't Throw It Away! Recycle It! Apple, aluminium, Glass, plastic bottle, Cd case, sneakers. A computer. Uh, piano
in pale moonlight Snakes in the grass but the scales don't move right Fight when you need to bite when you have to Run no never stand ground then we smash (Chorus) Prevail: Virtuoso piano
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
s feeding on in the possible She blushes as I kept splashing her compliments Polite thank yous is all around she crush the mints Developments, smooth keys from the piano
] Sadly, tragedy happen Lost in captivity, imagine me happily clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos
and my wrist is worth a lambo But I'm livin' in a mansion and I'm ridin' in a lambo Bunch a gangstas like sopranos, white keys like pianos And I'm lookin
Nasty Boogie 3:06 Trk 5 Champion Jack Dupree (Jack Dupree) Jack Dupree - vocal & piano Pete Brown - alto sax, Ennis Lowry - guitar Wendell Marshall
crack homie, never been wak homie I'm back homie and I hold weight like I'm fat Tony Like a Soprano I stay with the ammo Push keys and make music but don't play the piano
On the first day of May I took to the road I'd been staring out the window most of the morning I'd watched the rain claw at the glass And a vicious wind
visions and dreams Have just disappeared with the children's screams And all of the blue skies and all of the grass Is hidden by concrete the scaffold the glass
wild Sonny Liston says it The pimp and the gimp And the guy with the limp I'm on fire Oh yeah, babe, I'm on fire Well the blind piano tuner says it
here. [ding, ding, ding] Big Bird: I've got 3 pans. [bong, bong, bong] Grover: Uh, would a toy piano do? [tink, tink, tink] Sherlock: How about glasses
Well it's always night Yeah I'll go to Rome Rooftop slums Dead beneath pipes and gypsy drums Shade of my cash and drop my class Rent out a piano behind stained glass
It's clear to us this love affair Has self combusted everywhere And I don't feel so debonair My piano collects dust A funeral with no mourners I wish
had a piano it was built in 1904 He brought it down from Sydney town before the First World War He'd sit down and crack his knuckles put his glasses
