The Piano Has Been Drinking (Not Me)
The piano has been drinking, my necktie is asleep
And the combo went back to New York, the jukebox has to take a leak
And the carpet needs a haircut, and the spotlight looks like a prison break
And the telephone's out of cigarettes, and the balcony is on the make
And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...
And the menus are all freezing, and the light man's blind in one eye
And he can't see out of the other
And the piano-tuner's got a hearing aid, and he showed up with his mother
And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking
As the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler cream-puff casper milktoast
And the owner is a mental midget with the I.Q. of a fence post
'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...
And you can't find your waitress with a Geiger counter
And she hates you and your friends and you just can't get served without her
And the box-office is drooling, and the bar stools are on fire
And the newspapers were fooling, and the ash-trays have retired
'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me
El piano ha estado bebiendo (no yo)
El piano ha estado bebiendo, mi corbata está dormida
Y el combo volvió a Nueva York, la máquina de discos tiene que mear
Y la alfombra necesita un corte de pelo, y el foco parece una fuga de prisión
Y el teléfono está sin cigarrillos, y el balcón está en la marca
Y el piano ha estado bebiendo, el piano ha estado bebiendo
Y los menús se congelan, y el hombre de la luz está ciego de un ojo
Y no puede ver fuera de la otra
Y el afinador de piano tiene un audífono, y apareció con su madre
Y el piano ha estado bebiendo, el piano ha estado bebiendo
Como el gorila es un luchador de Sumo crema de hojaldre casper milktoast
Y el dueño es un enano mental con el coeficiente intelectual de un poste de cerca
Porque el piano ha estado bebiendo, el piano ha estado bebiendo
Y no puedes encontrar a tu camarera con un contador Geiger
Y ella te odia a ti y a tus amigos y no puedes ser servido sin ella
Y la taquilla está babeando, y los taburetes del bar están en llamas
Y los periódicos estaban engañando, y los ceniceros se han retirado
Porque el piano ha estado bebiendo, el piano ha estado bebiendo
El piano ha estado bebiendo, no yo, no yo, no yo, no yo, no yo, no yo