Lyrics:
Sacred Blues Piano

my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy

shot body She may be crazy but she's no wild child She have the old folks out on sundays Plays piano in a rock and blues band She don't drink, smoke

as Pendinico, Tiger skins Albino live with Tony Bennet on piano, white lacker combo me and you cat, yo, we can see that, you in the new Spider me inside the navy blue

gia le sacre parole son porte; o compagni sul letto di morte, o fratelli su libero suol. L?han giurato: li ho visti in Pontida convenuti dal monte e dal piano

le sacre parole son porte; o compagni sul letto di morte, o fratelli su libero suol. L?han giurato: li ho visti in Pontida convenuti dal monte e dal piano