Mr. 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 Do you
She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati On a snow white Christmas Eve Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy With the baby in the backseat
Right now he's probably slow dancing With a bleached-blond tramp And she's probably getting frisky Right now, he's probably buying Her some fruity little
You're always on my mind You're always on my mind You're always on my mind On my mind Boy, I can't seem to get you out of my head But there's something
Hit her with a hammer Teeth smashed in Red tongues twitching Look inside a skeleton My fingers sting Where I feel your fingers have been Ghostly fingers
(instrumental)
I remember piano lessons The hours in freezing rooms Cruel ears and tiny hands Destroying timeless tunes She said there's too much out there Too much
Never get angry at the stupid people Though I go crazy at the dullness of my life Sit and I stare into a dusty window An empty face stares back at me
Piano Bar (Humberto Gessinger) o que voce me pede eu nao posso fazer assim voce me perde, eu perco voce como um barco perde o rumo como uma arvore no
Little Liza Jane 2:08 Trk 2 Huey Piano Smith Ace Records Single # 521, 1956. Lead vocal, Huey 'Piano' Smith w/ backing vocals by Junior Gordon, Dave
High Blood Pressure 2:46 Trk 7 (Smith/Vincent) Huey 'Piano' Smith & The Clowns Bobby Marchan lead vocal, Bob Isbell - vocal bass
I can't lose with the stuff I use (Don't you just know it) Baby, don't believe I wear two left shoes (Don't you just know it) Ah ha ha ha (Ah ha ha ha
Play me like a player piano Roll me from the corners Of your dark and dusty shadows Like a player piano I sit useless Most of the time The bar gets darker
Vamos aclarando este asuntico Que no estas pa policia Ni yo para andar huyendo Vamos aclarando y te repito Que no tengo todo el dia para seguir discutiendo
When I find myself watching the time I never think about All the funny things you said I feel like it's dead Where is it leading me now? I turn around
Love serenade Soothe me with the morning sun Help me find someone Peaceful and non-judgmental Holdin' me back And make me feel whole with life And stay
Demerol cast away, Co-defrequent, Soma holiday, If I was a morgue noone would die. This atonal score, For if you're rhythmic dancing on the dance
Got a man that holds you tight Got a man that treats you right Got a man that loves you, that hugs you I swear Got a man that brings a beat Got man that
