m, I'm a ass, ass, ass Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders Western Unions of the country westerns Silver foxes looking for romance In the chain smoke Kansas flash dance
just peep this, y'all, 'cause we're singin' a song And doowutchyalike, yeah doowutchyalike And since you came here you gotta show and prove And do that dance
Livin' in my dreamworld, mem'ries of yesteryear Visions of Garbo, that old piano Those golden years are right here (I love 'em) Livin' in my dreamworld
Livin' in my dreamworld, memories of yesteryear Visions of Garbo, that old piano Those golden years are right here I love 'em Livin' in my dreamworld
go underneath the town Q-Tip abstract how I gets down All my bitches, dance if you know that you dam sure Let your drip on the dance floor if you wanna
Kool in the gang show I always wanted to fit a band, yes I did To sing my songs, sing my songs And become a bad piano playing man So here I am, here I
again Yes, I could still make 'em dance Like I did in times that's gone And I can still make 'em cry And I can touch 'em with a song I can still yet
Sundays was better than other days Mondays through Saturdays Sundays we danced like there's no tomorrow Duke (Ellington) played piano in Storyville We
piano] This song though does differ strikingly from the genuine folk ballad in that in this song the words which are supposed to rhyme - actually do. [piano
rise to dance Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you I see you, George, in your apartment on Riverside Drive Some fifty years ago, your fingers on the keys Looking for the song
La La La La La La La La La Songs, are around whenever you need them Songs, follow you wherever you lead them Songs, they seem to come alive each time you sing 'em Songs
, let the party begin Laughin', dancin' everyone singin' along It's Christmas time again [Piano Solo] It's time to call up and gather all the family Raise a glass to our dearest friends It's time to play all those old timeless songs
the piano Like he was pawing a dirty book He bit a hole in his big bottom lip And gave his very best little boy look And it was a song with a topical
seen her And she was dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me Tiny dancer in my hand And hold me closer, tiny dancer And count the headlights
came My heart was on the border of the blues A friendly smile here and there a table with an empty chair A love song I used to dance with you But since
pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you A tinkling piano
me happiness or pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you A tinkling piano
goes the big bass drum Piano man's going to take his turn Look out, baby, the singer's going to sing his songs He says, "Come on, baby, won't you dance