Letras:
Piano Good Time

off In a salt-n-pepper back, shorty like the front The Bonnie to my Clyde, both ridin' shotgun Both covered in gold, like C-3PO James and Florida Evans 'Let The Good Times

thang I ever done Desbite all the ups and downs our love was fun But you cheated on me like twice and it made me cry So I think it's time to say goodbye

the hardcore hip-hop) (Can't stop! Yooou can't stop!) (This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop) (Can't stop! Yooou can't stop!) (Pusha T) As 'Ye flips the piano

daddy's knee Daddy took an old guitar and sang Bury me on the lone prairie Uncle Bob sat at the piano My girl cousins sang harmony Those were the good old family times

everybody, let's all hang out Yeah, and doowutwelike From a lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime Come on, young ladies, let's have good times And doowutwelike

a softball tournament round my way say that's your word you bird I'll put your beak on a curb but anyway Looks like a good game the pigs ain't leaving

is thru and don't be fuckin with nobody who aint fuckin with you If I were in your shoes, i let there be a start walkin' next time there will be no talkin

Now the folks was havin' the time of their life Sam was jivin' Jimmie's wife Over in the corner was a beat up grand Being played by a big fat piano

the city limit sign Check your troubles at the door, go on and have a good time The band can play the boogie beat so wear your dancing shoes Let that old piano