don't wanna hear it He says, "Let's go" but I'm late I gotta rock a show, I'm gone Play me a so long song, Mr. Piano Man Eyes gleam bright like gems
you in Robinsonville Annie May's dad makes the white liquor He's got a piano, a floor and a shack You can stay all night long Drink and pick out a song
ve never seen anybody rock the party All you funky beat-aholics, this beat's Bacardi I go to the show and terrorize emcees, don't you know? Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano
This is not a love song and it serves no use But if you want to sing along with some verbal abuse It might make you feel better and it's good for the
in like wolfman jack I'm bringing in the swing like ching a-ling a-ling Guaranteed to rock and make the microphone sing I combine funk with a make-a-monk piano
picked peppers but Tab rocked ryhmes 1,2,3,4, several times heavy rotation played by every kind radio stations blastin' every mind we crossing boundaries like everyday to rock
dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah) So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh) I'm touching keys like pianos to getting
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
up, let's give it to the Mack Daddy over to the left Pity pity pity pity, wack wack wack A moo moo moo, a jumping jack Rock this is brain now, I'm one
am to be in The rock & roll industry It's so exciting You know, when I first got into The rock & roll business I could barely even play the Changes to
will break your heart." She said, "Love never comes easy And miracles mostly come hard." She said: CHORUS May used to play the piano And sing the old songs
in this old piano, yeah She says Andy I know that we don't talk as much But I still hear your ghost in these old punk rock clubs Come on, write me a
old piano, yeah She says Andy, I know that we don't talk as much but i sill hear your ghost in these old punk rock clubs come on write me a song give
She might be hangin' on tonite As with old Jerry Lee He's gone rock n' roll In the good old summertime (Instrumental and piano solo) J.L.L. spoken
there's not enough sun It was midnight when the chorus came Then the piano collapsed in a heap on the grass And they blamed it on a rock 'n roll song
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah) So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh) I'm touching keys like pianos to
em Born to be wild is what a song once told me Was my destiny, so I strive to be the best Lo and behold Every rhyme I write, you gots to chant them Every song