pour into your precious head My reach don't go that far dear But please oh please don't let them in I sank into the sea Wrapped in piano strings
he can't read my poker face She is got me like nobody Po-po-po-poker face, po-po-poker face Po-po-po-poker face, po-po-poker face I wanna roll
work its way back underground Where I hope to grow up tall again Maybe even right here on this very spot Might seem like a pipe dream to you But doll face
If you're coming home, like your letters say And the place you're staying now, ain't too far away Can you write tonight, just to let me know 'Cause since
my breath on your neck Can't believe I'm right behind you 'Cause you keep me coming back for more And I feel a little better than I did before If I never see your face
You better think twice About leaving me behind Make up your mind About what you're gonna do You know it ain't easy When your love huts night and day
camaraderie. It's a vision of progression. It's a vision. Please don't shoot the piano player, he's doing the best he can. Please don't shoot the piano
A million miles away you seem so far from me. In that time I've see what we could grow to be. Those calls I need from you they serve me like a drug, to
Frank zappa (vocals) Roy estrada (bass) Don preston (electronics) Buzz gardner (trumpet) Ian underwood (acoustic piano) Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
I saw, I freeze the look of pre-alert and study it still, her smile starts to loosen, her pupils yawn wide And then she's blown... From the face of
Mr. Piano Man Play a song for us (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for love (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for us (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for love Do you
a man, I used to have a side chick Shorty got wind, I had to blow the chick off We got rid of him, they both took the shit hard Shorty played the piano
Oh, mmm, I know a place Ain't nobody cryin', ain't nobody worried Ain't no smilin' faces, mmm, no no Lyin' to the races, help me, come on, come on Somebody
backwash soul Like a fryin' pan when the fire's gone Drivin' my pig while the bands takin' pictures in the grass And my radio's smashed And I like pianos
