Livin' in my dreamworld, mem'ries of yesteryear Visions of Garbo, that old piano Those golden years are right here (I love 'em) Livin' in my dreamworld
Livin' in my dreamworld, memories of yesteryear Visions of Garbo, that old piano Those golden years are right here I love 'em Livin' in my dreamworld
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
(Glory hallujah we are marching on as we sing this song and it won't be long The man of Galilee will set us everyone free so get in the gloryland march
I hear the rolling thunder Thy art throughout the universe displayed Then sings my soul my Saviour God to Thee how great Thou art how great Thou art Then sings
play the boogie beat so wear your dancing shoes Let that old piano man pound away your blues Baby swing, baby swing It's easy as the lullaby your momma used to sing
Today has been a special day An anniversary, a request That you play your piano As the evening sun slowly sets I never thought I?d get this old dear
sandwich but they be like g-g-g-god dammit, pause this nigga pocket fatter than santa claus (ohhh) this nigga career big like some granny drawers hadda get a piano
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
play -- just a little bit longer Now the promoter don't mind And the union don't mind If we take a little time And we leave it all behind and sing One
Let's Rock While The Rockin's Good 2:17 Little Willie John (Kennedy) Recorded NYC Jun 11, 1958 King Single #5142 With Ernie Hayes-piano, George Barnis
i saw the kool and the gang show. I always wanted to get into a band To sing my songs, and then become a bad piano playing man So here i am, in this
of my project window Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out of my project window Oh, it makes me feel, so tired Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words
Kool in the gang show I always wanted to fit a band, yes I did To sing my songs, sing my songs And become a bad piano playing man So here I am, here I
was on its final break When he came walking in The lies that showed more than his age He was drunk, worn and thin He sat down behind the ol' piano And
it, I'm bashful Okay, I glad I found that out After two years of marriage Well, I can sing some thing I don't have a song for you to sing Well, just
Sundays was better than other days Mondays through Saturdays Sundays we danced like there's no tomorrow Duke (Ellington) played piano in Storyville We