Billy Joel —
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say man what are you doin’ here?
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With a great effort, the rug is moved to one side of the room, revealing the dusty cover of a closed trap door.
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say man what are you doin’ here?
Categorised as: Blogs | Lyrics, Poetry | Music
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