songs. it takes a certain amount of courage to ge In a coffee-house or a college auditorium and come out in favor of the things that everybody else in
wild Sonny Liston says it The pimp and the gimp And the guy with the limp I'm on fire Oh yeah, babe, I'm on fire Well the blind piano tuner says it
' Everybody plays piano Everybody plays piano Everybody plays piano in God's hotel Everybody plays piano You'll never see a sign hanging on the door Everybody got heaven Everybody got heaven Everybody
Yeah they call me Grizzly Bear got long black grizzly hair Walk down the street and everybody stop and stare Ohohoh well I'm wild and wooly and free And
(spoken) Hit it, Dave. (piano starts) Sing what I sing, sing after me Be my echo if you can be Sing yuck, yuck, yuck (music stops as Telly interrupts
the end of the original record is heard this cute exchange: Ernie: Okay, you can turn it over now. Herry: Sure thing, Ernie. (sound of piano crashing) Ernie: Herry! Not the piano
... I don't want the piano in here Ernie. ...well Sure, Bert, what's a sing-along without a piano? [starts to play piano] It's ME, that's what it is...
in the corner was a beat up grand Being played by a big fat piano man Some of the chicks wore expensive frocks Some of them had on bobbie socks But everybody
Everybody's going out and having fun I'm just a fool for staying home having none I can't get over how she set set me free Oh lonesome me A bad mistake
Everybody calls me bo I got no money but I hold my row Some folks say I'm just a no good guy But I can ride for miles in old boxcar smoke cigarettes butts
lonely oh where does it goes I've asked everybody nobody knows If there's anybody that wonders bout me I'm walkin' on highway lonely that's where I'll be [ piano
started going to new places But I got that same old hurt in my heart Got a new suit for next Sunday got a new job startin' Monday Got everybody thinkin
. . . big piano solo . . . not bad he . . . Next time try two fingers . . . accordion quick . . . Ah that's my kind of music . . . clap the hands . . . it's alright . . . Ok . . . clap the hands everybody
livin' room/ pianos outa tune on top of it the pictures /of every bride and groom child/ grand child /lost child every single tear shed / every single smile 'cause everybodies
I'm needin' this fit Shuttin' motherfuckers up like they pleadin' the 5th Yo Em, it's time to get serious with it (Yeah) Time for everybody to feel it
feel alive Want a place to go Round about five Down to the doctors Down to the doctors Come on down to the doctors Make you feel good all night Everybody
Nobody in this town Nobody in this crowd Nobody 'til everybody in this town Knows you're poison Got your number knows it must be avoided I think nobody 'til everybody
'Cause I know that you have feared 'Cause I know the end is near But just lend an ear And we can make it happen 'Cause it makes me frown Makes everybody