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
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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
I got sunburnt waiting for the jets to land Circus people with hairy little hands Come on boys strike up the army band I got sunburnt waiting for the
All you see are endless skies, like an ocean lit by fireflies With a long deep breath, I speak my heart Saying things I'm not sure just what they are
As a child I went wild when a band played How I ran to the man when his hand swayed Clarinets were my pets and a slide trombone I thought was simply divine
Ne dites pas que ce garcon etait fou Il ne vivait pas comme les autres c'est tout Et pour quelles raisons etranges Les gens qui n'sont pas comme nous
King Tee's drunk again, yo, check this out, aww shit, aw shit I wanna dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers out there That, that, that perpentratin
Grandpa had a piano it was built in 1904 He brought it down from Sydney town before the First World War He'd sit down and crack his knuckles put his glasses
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The piano player?s dead Someone shot him in the head I want to make sweet love to his fucking music Who would've wanted the show to end this early? I
