day I'll write a song for you darling, That'll be the very best that I can do Will it be a song about a wild wind, With thunderclap and flashes of blue
at Green Gables, hawkin? them tables And generally blowin? all my hard earned pay. Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes There weren't another other way to be For
on to the grannies Ban me the dough rake, daddy The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man He'd take her for
life runs in cycles New is old - no I'm not no psycho The monkey on the back makes the best excel The people in the crowd makes the best rock well
di and party in Hollyhood I'm probably out with a hottie shakin her body good God she lookin like Halle Berry, rubbin my holly wood She looked her best
s got the blues, this boy He's got the blues You can hear it in his music He's got the blues, this boy He's got the blues You can hear it, you can hear
wonderin' what went wrong Now the cards'are on the table hallmark at its best Valentines and anniversaries forever yours and all the rest I'm sortin' through these mem'ries still searching for
take the one that got away Well, Andre's at the piano behind the Ivar in the sewers, With a buck a shot for pop tunes, and a fin for guided tours He
on my mental piano, I hear it playin on my mental piano, I hear it playin on my mental piano it's like (yeah, yeah) I hear it playin on my mental piano
Olympics for cooking the most chickens Gold medal around my necka, living la vida chueca Puck checka, chuck wrecka, nobody do it betta I'm best when under
down at Green Gables, hawking them tables And generally blowing all my hard earned pay Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes There weren't another other way to be For