Jeff Moss Baby Rowlf at piano Baby Piggy: No matter what life may bring, no matter what I may do, be sure of one special thing I'm gonna always be loving
scattered like splinters And four to five years slipped away He went to England, played the piano And married an actress named Kim They had a good life
or five years slipped away He went to England, played the piano And married an actress named Kim They had a fine life, she was a good wife And bore
i love my mother for all the things she's not but mostly for who she is i love my father for all the things he's thought but really for the things he
the better it gets Here we have a purpose in life Good for the blood circulation Good for releasing the tension The root of our reincarnations I see myself suddenly on the piano
quiet as a mouse But on Saturday night they go from house to house You don't have to pay the usual admission If you're a cook, waiter or a good musician
Everybody calls me bo I got no money but I hold my row Some folks say I'm just a no good guy But I can ride for miles in old boxcar smoke cigarettes butts
love you more And for a while I dreaded each new day that came Afraid of what the future held in store But time's been good to me... [ piano ] Time's been good
good for nothing She can't ever love him No man is ever innocent Always shadowboxing Face up and throw your gloves in Lose your imaginary friends Always good for
Reggae - If you want to be happy for the rest of your life Never make a pretty woman you wife. So for my personal point of view Get another girl to marry
for joining us. Taylor: It was awesome and thank you. It was good to meet you Tim. Tim: You too. Good talking to you. Bye bye now. Taylor: Bye Tim: Good
to make a good decision So I?m telling everyone who will listen I pawned my piano, to pay for the lessons I burned down the church, to atone for my
Two young girls were swept down the culverts in the rain St. Petersburg was flooded again I reached my hand out for them but I watched them slip away
I am a broken doll and you are the puppeteer Take control for me and wipe away my fears I don't claim to be perfect I know I am damaged good But I wanna
the piano man, Sing us a song tonight. Well we're all in the mood for a melody. And you've got us feelin' alright. It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
with theyself, what they need to do is kill theyself Blaow, suicide is a good [Incomprehensible] At your funeral for free I play the piano Rest in pieces
"Get more for your money, when you fuck with Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..." [Joell Ortiz] As long as I got my pen I don't need a friend We got ears that we each
that I wish You could comprehend Yeah, comprehend But for now I'll lace up My wing tip shoes, boys, and I'll go have breakfast With my good friends