was home bangin' on the keys And it got me Right where I am This is me Playing the piano Hope ya like what I do It's for you And I'll try and sing right
was home bangin' on the keys And it got me Right were I am, this is me Playing the piano I hope ya like what I do It's for you, and I'll try and sing
long as you can keep it in perspective Even when you get some recognition Everything you do you still audition Art isn't easy Overnight you're a trend You
's gonna sing a 'test song.) (Yeah, sing it for us.) (Sing a what?) (A 'test song. It was a protest song until you tried it. Now it's a 'test.) (Do a
more. You do not. I bought 'em for 99 cents apiece You, You did? I know where you can get 'em. Here we go For 99 cents We're on You got a better deal
drum for the final time and I walked away I sew you in Japanese restaurant You were doing it for business men on the piano, Belle You said it was a living
write you a love song But you screwed it all up Playing games now you're just A lame who's shit out of luck I almost wrote you a love song [Verse 2:
wore a younger man's clothes" Sing us a song you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feeling
until we get you, til we get you Oaria raio Oba Oba Oba Oaria raio Oba Oba Oba peter piper picked peppers but Tab rocked ryhmes 1,2,3 for several
. Piano Man Play a song for us (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for love (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for us (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for love (Mr. Piano
m packin weight like nina simone Piano flow It's like a Michaelangelo paintin' a portrait of Maya Angelou And gave it to a sick poet for they antidote
six years old We waited in the blistering cold for you for four hours and you just said, "No" That's pretty crummy man - you're like his favorite idol
how you got peanuts, pecans, I wipe her cheek, she grabs my hand I have a curfew, she says to me I'll take you home, look hon, you'll see The deed was
Do you remember when you where 7? And the only thing that you wanted to do Was show your mum that you could play the piano Ten years have passed And
you had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must
sweet Georgia Peach and the boy from Tupelo I was made in England like a blue Cortina But a Yankee summer had a way about her You had a scent for scandal
