'Yes', it says 'No' It says, "I wait for you" The old folks dream no more Their books have gone to sleep The piano's out of tune, the little cat is
have you been doing? [Jackie](spoken) Sing for us, Aunt Edith! [Edith](spoken) Now girls, make yourselves useful; go out to the garden, make some pretty little
Yes," it says, "No" It says, "I'll wait for you." The old folks dream no more The books have gone to sleep, the piano's out of tune The little cat is
JOE paces uneasily in his white tie and tails, as a Palm Court QUARTET begins playing tango music. Lights up on the LITTLE ORCHESTRA, tucked in under
of this time, Tateh proposed and she accepted. MOTHER She adored him. THE LITTLE BOY They moved to California. THE LITTLE GIRL They were now a family. THE LITTLE
Well come all you children give a listen to me let me tell you bout a new boogie beat There's no hesitation it's sweepin' the nation It's the Rhumba Boogie
at the seams. Dying alone, naturally. I was his favourite child, I had him a little while Just as long as I could play the piano and smile a little
copper claims, risking their lives So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives Hey, little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights To play the piano
see, We carried our children back up to their tree, The scabs outside still laughed at their spree, And the children that died there were seventy-three. The piano
please, excuse me Makes you welcome everywhere you roam You'll appreciate my wisdom Someday when you're older and you're grown Can't wait 'til you have a couple little children
on the shelf But I'll have you know Oh, oh I'll have you know That if I had 10 or 20 I'd have a choir of little children sing along I'd have a choir of little children
see little things mark his and hers a constant reminder we're through I hear the rain on my window oh but I don't hear you [ piano ] I hear the children
Game over, you win. Game over, I win. The Sleigh bells are a-ringing, the children they are singing The memories are fleeting, a little game of {Paper
Jack Daniels, A baby grand piano like in a... The son... is the son of the gun,.. 6, 10,.. 90 million, the holy pyramid sing we all lost our children, ...
Dave are to take a percentages that Could pay the whole city's fucking mortgage Hopefully I make a lot porn from touring in fucking Oregon From playing piano
Here I sit a vampire, and my piano. The flames burn, glarringly higher. And the eyes, that stare through the darkness, though they have no form, there