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As a child I went wild when a band played |
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How I ran to the man when his hand swayed |
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Clarinets were my pets, and a slide trombone I thought was simply |
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divine |
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But today when they play I could hiss them |
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Ev'ry bar is a jar to my system |
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But there's one musical instrument that I call mine |
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I love a piano, I love a piano |
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I love to hear somebody play |
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Upon a piano, a grand piano |
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It simply carries me away |
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I know a fine way to treat a Steinway |
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I love to run my fingers o'er the keys, the ivories |
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And with the pedal I love to meddle |
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Not only music from broadway |
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I'm so delighted if I'm invited |
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To hear that long haired genius play |
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So you can keep your fiddle and your bow |
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Give me a P-I-A-N-O, oh, oh |
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I love to stop right beside an upright |
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Or a high toned Baby Grand |
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Gee what a sound |
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Wonderful sound wish I could listen all day |
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Easy to smile all of the while when I hear somebody play |
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The tune is ringing my heart is singing |
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Oh yes I love to hear that ragtime melody |
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Happy or blue classical too |
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All of it brightens my day |
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Morning or night mellow or bright |
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When a green Tetrazine starts to warble |
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I grow cold as an old piece of marble |
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I allude to the crude little party singer who don't know when to pause |
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At her best I detest the soprano |
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But I run to the one at the piano |
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I always love the accomp'niment and that's because |