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The piano has been drinking, |
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My necktie is asleep, |
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And the combo went back to New York, |
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The jukebox has to take a leak, |
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And the carpet needs a haircut, |
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And the spotlight looks like a prison break, |
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'Cause the telephone's out of cigarettes, |
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And the balcony is on the make, |
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And the piano has been drinking. |
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The piano has been drinking, |
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And the menus are all freezing, |
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And the light man's blind in one eye, |
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And he can't see out of the other, |
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And the piano tuner's got a hearing aid, |
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And he showed up with his mother, |
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And the piano has been drinking. |
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The piano has been drinking, |
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As the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler, |
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Cream-puff casper milktoast, |
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And the owner is a mental midget, |
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With the I.Q. of a fence post, |
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'Cause the piano has been drinking. |
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The piano has been drinking, |
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And you can't find your waitress, |
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With a Geiger counter, |
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And she hates you and your friends, |
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And you just can't get served without her, |
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And the box-office is drooling, |
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And the bar stools are on fire, |
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And the newspapers were fooling, |
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And the ashtrays have retired, |
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'Cause the piano has been drinking. |
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The piano has been drinking, |
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The piano has been drinking, |
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Not me, |
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Not me, |
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Not me, |
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Not me, |
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Not me. |
