Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for a melody La la, di da da da dum And you got us feeling alright It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me

With the same old song About the same old love And the same old strum I may be country but I'm not dumb It goes on and on Now I love country music And I guess I always will But these days when I turn on the radio

Is it guilty in here, or is it just me? What became of all the boys Who only want one thing? Will someone tell me what I'm doin' wrong 'Cause the good ones all got wedding rings And the young ones are just too dumb And I don't think I have any more Room

Dum di da di, dum di da di, dum di da di, dum di da di Ich lieb' den Sonnenschein Mal wieder Sommer sein? Ich lieb' den Frühling Wann wird es endlich Schnee, Eis und Kälte Müssen bald vergehen Ich lieb' den Sommer Ich lieb' den Sand, das Meer

Dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle To be so near you and not just hear you I think then maybe you'd see me, baby You'd be mine And you're only smiling When you play your violin Agnetha, Frida, dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle And we'd be together all

Dum-da-da-da-da-da-dum I promise I can change See you can find me The tallest building, in the tallest city And I will build a ladder to the rooftops Screaming from my lungs, "I'm sorry I messed up" So darling, won't you stay here? Darling, if you stay

Of course sometimes shit go down When it's a billion dollars on an elevator I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies tell 'em Say "I look so good tonight" God damn, God damn, God damn Dum-da-de-da Do, do, do, do, do, do (Coming down,

Be your man I wanna hear you calling my name Like hey mama mama hey mama mama (Hey) Be my woman, girl, I'mma Be my woman, girl, I'll I love the dirty rhythm you play Banging the drum like dum di di dey I know you want it in the worst way Best believe

La la, di da da da dum Sing us a song tonight Oh, la la la, di da da Sing us a song you're the piano man Well we're all in the mood for a melody And you got us feeling alright It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old

Goodbye Sister Disco With your flashing trash lamps And to your clubs and your tramps My dancing's left you behind Goodbye, now you're solo Black plastic; deaf, dumb and blind As I walked through that hospital door I was sewn up like a coat I got a smile