The Piano is Gonna Eat You
The piano whispers in my earall the lullabies I long to hear.
Its breathing gets heavy,
then fades into a sweet dreamland
of endless possibilities:
Puppies and ponies,
a sweet Italian boy named Tony.
Angels, a lone silver sandal,
an oak door with a golden handle.
Wishing on stars won't get you very far,
the piano knows a man with a crowbar.
And they're singing:
La
La La
La Da De Da
La Da De Da De Da
Do Ba Do Ba Dee
Do Ba De Do
yeah, Do Ba De Do
Dancing on rose petals is every girl's dream,
add the piano and a balance beam,
and you're set.
The rest is up to you.
What to do, what to do?
And they're singing:
La
La La
La Da De Da
La Da De Da De Da
Do Ba Do Ba Dee
Do Ba De Do
yeah, Do Ba De Do
Here have some spagetti (spagatti),
add some cheese, just not alot-ie.
Ligh a candle,
play a fiddle,
add a nice boy with extra nice hair,
and you've got yourself a rave.
WOAH. (that's not a rave!)
And they're singing:
La
La La
La Da De Da
La Da De Da De Da
Do Ba Do Ba Dee
Do Ba De Do
yeah, Do Ba De Do
When you're in a tight one,
YES. an extrordinarily tight one, (not talkin' about panties, my friend)
phone the piano,
phone a friend,
don't let your mother find out.
And they're singing:
La
La La
La Da De Da
La Da De Da De Da
Do Ba Do Ba Dee
Do Ba De Do
yeah, Do Ba De Do
a note from me:
if i see this or hear of this (or any of my stuff, for that matter) being anywhere without my permission or a citation to me...well, lets just say that something will be goin' down.
kaythanksbyeiluffyou
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