star Who ran off with a guitar pickin' friend o' mine She's really on her way I hear her records every day I got close but no guitar I still play piano
' church pian'a Sitting out on her daddy's farm She always thought that we'd be together Lord I never meant to do her harm Said she could hear me singin
with peculiar piano riffs So take it back, back to the start Rip out your lily-livered hearts And hand them over in a vacuum-sealed jar I say I will
a jar to my system But there's one musical instrument that I call mine I love a piano, I love a piano I love to hear somebody play Upon a piano, a grand
shooting star Who ran off with a guitar pickin' friend of mine She's really on her way, I hear her records every day I got close but no guitar I still play 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
(drums) Bunk gardner (piccolo, flute, clarinet, bass clarinet, soprano saxophone, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone, bassoon) Ian underwood (electric organ, piano, harpsichord
with peculiar piano riffs So take it back, back to the start Rip out your lily livered hearts And hand them over in a vacum-sealed jar I say I will not
church piano Sittin' out on her daddy's farm She always thought that we'd be together Lord I never meant to do her harm Said she could hear me singing
you feel my rhythm It's a pie And it's berries in my heart bread Berries in my heart bread You and me Chained to the Thumb piano (thumb piano
shooting star Who ran off with a guitar pickin' friend o' mine She's really on her way I hear her records every day I got close but no guitar I still play piano
