it's sweet And I knew it complete When I 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
one step over Respect your parents, they're pushovers Chasing my fun like the IRS My girl's too young to have big breasts For a good time we chill by
night long and who is also horny, approaches Underwood in his transformed state at the piano and asks him this all important question: JCB: Hey I thought we
love and wear a smile. And our dreams are meant to be Because we'll always stay In love this way Our day will come. (Piano Solo) Our day will come If we
perhaps, have met M. Andre and M. Firmin ... (the new managers are politely bowing, when REYER interrupts) REYER I'm sorry, M. Lefevre, we are rehearsing
Signor Piangi . . . if you please . . . (REYER thumps the piano keys, then leaves the piano, and attempts to attract attention using signals. Al the height of the mayhem, the piano
[Intro] Ay, where the piano at shawty? Y'all ain't neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time have you? I'ma show you somethin', dig
we've been And couple that are going out, we're nowhere to be found When I was young girl, you were never really here but now With a piano in a freezing
tip, check it out Tonight we're gonna flip and trip and let it all hang out tonight We're gonna say what we like 'Cause, yo, yo, we wanna know how many
of fun A-listen to me like you know you should Now let's rock (oh yeah) while the rock is good A-while we're young an' a-spring is sprung Let's
trade in anything to be young again And all these things were lessons in living It seems like we're all fighting to be more than who we are Life's
you to hear it/ before you are gone. the African in me/ the Seminole in me These are some a things my grandmother gave to me some believe there are
started to say it's all about makin' that G.T.A. (CHORUS) 'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard you come talkin' that trash, we'll pull ya car
struggling years [ piano ] Time brought success and I always said you'd have the best But the times we hold dear are the struggling years And when the kids are
you Low cloud moving cross the sky One day they will uncover you Young girl wash the sleep out of your eyes Dust on my piano, wool rest never sleeping
