We got the horses moving We got woofers grooving We got the Waylon wailing Everybody's head is bobbing I got the muffler flowing I got my horn a blowing
Left out in the sun to dry again Washed up on a shore line south of Spain Gazing up with telescopic eyes Planetary life above the skies Oh my god, she
Set in motion my imagination's miles A million lights expose those magic cities on the Nile and my Young trials lead me sailing down this stream Of hidden
concentrate I have to get this grade Or I might fail to be a lawyer someday BRIDGE But just right now Can' think of anything better to do Than just sit down at the piano
a love song i wanted it to be just right tried to make it beautiful but all i could think of was our last fight i was going to play it on piano have
, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go I already spittin' to the rhythm of the piano So now I gotta give the drummer
new repose I touch the clasp of your locket with its picture held Some secret you wouldn't tell, but let it choke your neck So we imagine a darkness
] Sadly, tragedy happen Lost in captivity, imagine me happily clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos
you at This is autobiographical taking you back I live a charmed life, we going back in the years Imagining if my whole world what Brooklyn, New York
braces didn't work at all They say the clothes I wear are all out of fashion I don't fit in and should be shopping at a different mall I studied classical piano
your beard off Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare Vision blurry, 'cus buried deep in they mind are stories Bet he's a mirror image of that 70'
so good. I have a song here which I realise should be accompanied on a folk instrument in which category the piano does not alas qualify so imagine if
Think I just heard her laugh Up in the air Up there, up there in the air In the air Twelve floors up In the Camlin hotel Man at the piano Plays songs
Remember that piano So delightful unusual That classic sensation Sentimental confusion Used to say I like Chopin Love me now and again Chorus : Rainy
topic of disease Mikey had a facial scar and Bobby was a racist They were all in love dyin' they were doin' it in Texas Tommy played piano like a
piano ils pleuraient quelquefois Mais c'est quand les autres n'etaient pas la Et pour quelles raisons bizarres Son image a marque Ma memoire ma memoire Il jouait du piano
even dared to criticize the Beatles' hair With their whole fan club standing there, I mean sweet Georgia Brown I say this group is absolutely marvelous with the piano
Who could hope to measure up to that blend'a Paul Bunyan, Saint Pat and Noah Webster You've got concocted for yourself outta your Irish imagination,