Lyrics:
Song Piano Sweet Sweet

yo, I like to bite Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong You got to admit, it's a new type of song Doowutchyalike Ooh, I see guys and

little bit longer Now the promoter don't mind And the union don't mind If we take a little time And we leave it all behind and sing One more song Now

Fruit" song And dig my roots up. . .Congo Square. . .Congo Square Congo Square. . .Congo Square (Party 'til the sun come up) (Play that piano man)

rise to dance Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you I see you, George, in your apartment on Riverside Drive Some fifty years ago, your fingers on the keys Looking for the song

if we'll only try Let's talk about the sweet things that'll here to stay Let's talk about love love love love love to live all day [ piano ] We can

you hear them play our fucking song? Listen to our fucking love, yeah The king said to rock it, shake, rattle ?n roll But who's behind the piano if the piano

I was made in England, out of Cadillac muscle I had a quit-me father, had a love-me mother I had little Richard and that black piano Oh that sweet Georgia

played our second show Where nobody knew us, so nobody noticed The songs that the band didn?t know We were eatin? up the white lines, makin? good time Diggin? the songs

you The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses The waiters whistling as the last bar closes The song that Crosby sings These foolish things Remind me of you How strange, how sweet