Estes; Drums/Vibes: Dennis; Bass; Timothy Drummond; Guitar: Ed Carter; Violins: Sidnay Sharpe, Tiber Zelig, Lori Klass, Murry Adler, William Kurasch; Piano
on the wooden floor Mixture of polish and soap No children to fear or to play with Rows of empty hooks for the coats An upright piano and the boys in the choir
his trumpet. Bandsmen hammer at the cafe for the gypsy's drawbridge bottle. Choir boys pull on the zig-zag Of the monkey's dream piano. Fish eat stolen
, Stand in front of your piano, But we know what's going on. Yes we know what's going on. We're the children of the choir, hey And we know what's going
Pian naen hahmoni ulkona sateessa On kylma Kuulen jokaisen sateenpisaran Viipyvan aallon [English translation:] Wind echoes here Sorrow choir following
them into jars on the shelf But I'll have you know Oh, oh I'll have you know That if I had 10 or 20 I'd have a choir of little children sing along I'd have a choir
rattle, Stand in front of your piano, But we know what's going on. Yes we know what's going on. We're the children of the choir, hey And we know what'
his trumpet. Bandsmen hammer at the cafe for the gypsy's drawbridge bottle. Choir boys pull on the zig-zag Of the monkey's dream piano. Fish eat
blows his trumpet. Bandsmen hammer at the cafe for the gypsy's drawbridge bottle. Choir boys pull on the zig-zag Of the monkey's dream piano. Fish eat
happen Lost in captivity, imagine me happily clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos
Gene Estes; Drums/Vibes: Dennis; Bass; Timothy Drummond; Guitar: Ed Carter; Violins: Sidnay Sharpe, Tiber Zelig, Lori Klass, Murry Adler, William Kurasch; Piano
I was a little boy And the devil would call my name I'd say who do, Who do you think you're fooling I'm a country boy, I'm a singer in a Sunday choir
gone No I ain't hoed a row since I don't know when Longtime gone And it ain't comin' back again Delia plays that ol' church piano Sittin' out on her