Dock Ellis didn't think he was pitching that day Back in 1970 When he and his wife took a trip to the ballpark A little bit differently So by the time
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) I know you're mad at me, but I don't want to fight you, And I know we disagree, but I don't want to argue, Soon the night will
Just like you did back in the days You would play piano Each mornin' walk a mile Speak of what was goin' down With honesty and style America's calling
inside of me Never try to be something you not- and don't lie to me Ebony and ivory Keys on my piano playin' Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm
say It's just a Cuban crime of passion, anjejo and knives a slashin' Yeah but that's what the people like to read about Up in America, up in America
's always night Well it's always night Yeah I'll go to Rome Rooftop slums Dead beneath pipes and gypsy drums Shade of my cash and drop my class Rent out a piano
Republican manufactured white powder pestilence Marines Corps. flat (?) vest, with the guns and ammo Spittin' bars like a demon stuck inside a piano
their address Now it seems we've been crying for years and for years Now I don't speak any English, just American without tears Just American without
me to lighten up? Make an angel on the beach or pick a boquet in your garden Call me when they drop redemption upon you like a piano record the noise
que fier Tu regagnes tes forces en toisant l'adversaire Et tu grinces des dents, tu craches, tu vociferes Ne vois-tu pas la mort, dans ces regards amers
anni ed anni amari; a Silvia la in prigione cosa resta? Non le resta che guardare l'America negli occhi, sorridendo coi suoi limpidi occhi chiari. Gia, l'America
Buongiorno Dio, lo sai che ci sono anch'io. Laciatemi cantare con la chitarra in mano Laciatemi cantare una canzone piano piano Laciatemi cantare, perch
the same mistakes My reputation's on the line The final day of '59 But like the sun, just watch me shine Today How 'bout a cheer for the piano
Look, I, I've spent a lot of time working on this Look, no one's gonna buy it, no one Nobody in middle America, anyway that's for sure He's right Sweetheart
that a lot, doesn't he? uhm... oh, I'm david bowie, I live Down the road. Bing: oh! David: sir percival let's me use his piano if he not around. he
their address Oh, it seems we've been crying for years and for years Now I don't speak any English, just American without tears Just American without
Frank zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk gardner (woodwinds) Roy estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don preston (retired
(drums) Bunk gardner (piccolo, flute, clarinet, bass clarinet, soprano saxophone, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone, bassoon) Ian underwood (electric organ, piano, harpsichord
