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
on a? front porch swinging Looking out on a vacant field Used to be filled with burley t'bacca Now he knows it never will My brother's found work in
worth to work just to get a dime So pardon my disposition Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me? Picture me working McDonald's I'd
' in my way Hot pursuit, why she play herself? Get the boot Actin' like Troop, he say he signed with a group He wrote for Babyface, did songs, toured
Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and last to leave Working for that minimum
more song Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and last to leave Working
d-d Never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from California way down to Japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano man Your song
never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from californ.i.a. way down to japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano man your song
-d-d-d never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from californ.i.a. way down to japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano man your song
can't wait to let her hair grow wild She's got very top, top secret charms She works all day to get her papers filed She's easy to play on piano or
Sesame Street News. I'm speaking to you from the studio of that eminent singer and songwriter, Mr. Don Music, who's hard at work on his latest song. Let
Deliciously I drink up all your tears On a piano out of tune I sit and persevere Deliriously I eat up all your words And jumble them around Till they
That he's the critic, yeah, I can hook you up I know everybody in the business He flunked junior high band he couldn't march in time He tried to write a song
zai na kan man hua, wo que zai xue hua hua, dui zhe gang qin shuo hua When other kids are reading manga, I am learning to draw and learning to communicate with the piano
a song about you I've been trying here but no such luck And I've been tryin to write that describes just how much I need you tonight And I've been working
Garofalo) Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and last to leave Working for
he was working in a night club, that's where he played the saxophone He used to fake to stock arrangements, he left the customers alone But one night before the last song
