Liberty, fake Range Rover I'm on his tail like Sonic little shorty palming on a 40 Broad day, I'm trying to dodge a cover story Look like he stopping
I still find new ways to recognize shine It's like light gets better with age The way a song sounds better on stage And rhyme books get better with each
got to be fate that's doing it A spooky witch in a sexy dress has been bugging me With the story of the way it should be With the story of Sebastian
the city goes Huck Down the beckonin' streets of opportunity And a whistling his favorite river song And a bad blind nigger at the piano Puts a sinister
[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 Play them over and over again Time to tell the world's greatest story
Dinner call in the late afternoon The sun step down for the moon Story books, nightlights And I still remember songs Piano sing-alongs And the colored
One, two, a-one two three Let me tell you a story about a woman and a man Maybe you will find familiar, maybe you won't understand The man's name I don
the burglar? - You mean he was dead when you got home? [Amos Hart] I'm covering for her. She was telling me cock and bull story story about this burglar
's to the listeners, for those that have a ear for this State of the art, engineered for the mix Eardrums are playing along to what I'm sayin you're singin a song
. 'Junior Choice' played one morning. The song was 'English Scheme.' Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and turned it into a love song. How they
I probably spend my whole life feelin' blue So I'll put in one more dime and play that same song one more time Cause I wanna hear about a boy like you [ piano
And I want to help you comfort and love you I want to always be with you [ piano ] And when I'm with you things hold more meaning Familiar old ove songs and stories
where to go by something who's no such thing. The story now is over, the story is through. And some of you may even think this story is true. But,
Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those, Same old story-I know how this song goes, At least I did, but now I'm not so sure, Nothing's in its place
Daylight come an' we wanna go home All you people come an' play on the piano Daylight come an' we wanna go home Let's do it Whoah, listen to a story
alcohol and working Still playing with the faith that never leaves So sit us down, buy us a drink, tell us a good story Sing us a song we know to be
've got all night Could it be that the many roads You took to get here Were just for me to tell this story And for you to hear this song And your many
the bread from his stash Now Macheath spends like a sailor Do you suppose our boy, he's done something rash Old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin Did this song