'm swimming in the ocean of your kiss How could I have known, your kiss would be like this. (String and Piano Solo) This is my first love song And this is my last
thing that you wanted to do Was show your mum that you could play piano Ten years have passed And the one thing that lasts Is that same old song that
England If you're made in England, you're built to last You can still say 'Homo' and everybody laughs But the joke's on you, you never read the song
my TV's More Beaver Now 'Nick At Nite' done brought them Good ol' shows back from the past 'My Three Sons' and 'Happy Days' are here again at last
if we go hungry Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me This song you see is like an ode to God That he blessed my last breath
still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you The smile of garbo and the scent of roses The waiters whistling as the last bar closes The song
corner tables And still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses The waiters whistling as the last bar closes The song
don't wanna hear it He says, "Let's go" but I'm late I gotta rock a show, I'm gone Play me a so long song, Mr. Piano Man Eyes gleam bright like gems
the seats are all empty, let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and the last to leave Workin' for that
last guitar's been packed away You know that I still want to play So just make sure you got it all set to go Before you come for my piano But the band
he was working in a night club, that's where he played the saxophone He used to fake to stock arrangements, he left the customers alone But one night before the last song
for the payback, I must say that I heard your new jam, I don't play that It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't hitting This year you tried, next year you're quitting Last
really need all these musicians?) Link by link, making the connections, yes we do Drink by drink, taking every comment as it comes Learning how to play the politician Like you play piano
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
drink, I propose a toast, a final prayer. Here's to the watchers in the wood, here's to the last days, unto us a most inspired song. Shaper, stop the
all 'round the room There's conversation overflowing So why must I sit here in the gloom This hotel bar has lost all its people The piano man has caught the last
was thinking all I was just thinking Fly me away Flyer You could make it last a long time Well for all time And for always You could make it last forever
I'm the studio right now oh, you trying to come through? (yeah, i wanna give you some studio loving) alright well umm... I'm a finish up this last lil