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06-01-2015 08:23 PM |
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Originally Posted by Trollheart
(Post 1596996)
Batty, you sentimental old fool! There's nothing like a good old love song is there? They don't write them like that any more! :laughing:
The piano has been drinking
My necktie is asleep
And the combo went back to New York
The jukebox has to take a leak
And the carpet needs a haircut
And the spotlight looks like a prison break
The telephone's outta cigarettes
The balcony is on the make.
And the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking
And the menus are all freezing
And the light man's blind in one eye
And he can't see out of the other
And the piano tuner got a hearing aid
And showed up with his mother
And the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking
And the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler
Creampuff Casper Milktoast
And the owner is a mental midget
With the IQ of a fencepost
Cos the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking
And you can't find the waitress
With a Geiger counter
And she hates you and your friends
And you just can't get served without her
And the box office is drooling
And the barstools are on fire
And the newspapers are fooling
And the ashtrays have retired
Cos the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking
Not me...
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Love that one. Definitely my favourite Waits song.
"Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together. I've got some real estate here in my bag." So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies and walked off to look for America.
"Kathy," I said, as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh, "Michigan seems like a dream to me now. It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw, and I've come to look for America."
Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces. She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy. I said, "Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera!"
"Toss me a cigarette; I think there's one in my raincoat."
"We smoked the last one an hour ago."
So I looked at the scenery. She read her magazine. And the moon rose over an open field.
"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping. "I'm empty and aching and I don't know why." Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike; they've all come to look for America.... |
