got a bitch who rolls a rag-top Benz Long ends, I got a bitch who's broke as a bum But she's the most fun I got a bitch who play piano, a bitch who don
backwash soul Like a fryin' pan when the fire's gone Drivin' my pig while the bands takin' pictures in the grass And my radio's smashed And I like pianos
'm grown and ya damn near twice my age So tell me what's happening So let me know just why I'm feeling strange Just let me know, boy, if your feelings changed Because
a love song i wanted it to be just right tried to make it beautiful but all i could think of was our last fight i was going to play it on piano have
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer Send me a gate, I don't care Feel just like I wanna clown Give the piano player a drink Because he's bringing
home don't ask where I come from Conquer from beneath I sparkle when I speak This bug me on the in the inside fuck it I'm a geek A lovely individual hug me because
s feeding on in the possible She blushes as I kept splashing her compliments Polite thank yous is all around she crush the mints Developments, smooth keys from the piano
inside of me Never try to be something you not- and don't lie to me Ebony and ivory Keys on my piano playin' Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm
early in the mornin' People, because I'm 'bout to go out of my mind I'm gonna leave you early in the mornin' People because, just because I'm 'bout to
Just because I'm always smiling he thinks I'm happy I've got him fooled [ piano ] I've got him thinking I don't miss him but missing him is all I do Just because
I'm gonna take the midnight train I'm a gonna get in at a half past ten and I'm never gonna leave again Well I'm gonna pick up where we left off because
go go go go go I'ma tear it up (Bobby Velentino verse 1) Excuse me miss but sexy can I Take you to my crib Make love on my piano Yea you know me lil'
I'ma have her screamin' like Go go go go go go I'ma tear it up Excuse me miss, but sexy can I Take you to my crib, make love on my piano Yea you know
on the dance floor if you wanna Get down That, that bust gats Better let 'em in 'fore they rush that 'cuz they wanna Get down Blick, piano sick Get
:46 Trk 7 (Smith/Vincent) Huey 'Piano' Smith & The Clowns Bobby Marchan lead vocal, Bob Isbell - vocal bass Musicians: Huey - piano
a couple grand-d-d Never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from California way down to Japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano
-d-d-d never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from californ.i.a. way down to japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano
couple grand-d-d-d-d never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from californ.i.a. way down to japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano
