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Mr Bojangles-Piano Man
Piano man was what he said he was called.
Percussion he didn’t need to keep us enthralled.
Pianoforte, this was his instrument of choice.
Pacifying and entertaining with his velvet voice.
Piano man hit heights.
Please play those black and whites.
Pick a tune with pazazz.
Play that great old time Jazz.
Phrase those songs to tap our feet.
Pure honkey tonk, most complete.
Put old time feelings, sweet.
Perfection, feel the beat.
Play those ivory keys.
Plant new notes with such ease.
Piano man, don’t stop.
Please don’t play that hip hop.
Play us a jazzy tune.
Pleasure that we can croon.
Praising life, an all its ways.
Pitch is off, piano has seen better days.
Pure music-its still there.
Pretty sweet melodies fill the air.
Piano man, play any song you please.
Played as he laughed and tickled the keys.
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