The Piano has been drinking...

[orbital]

The piano has been drinking,
the nectar is sweet.
And the 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 prisonbreak.
Cuz the telephone's out of cigarrettes,
And the balcony is on the make.
And the piano has been drinking.

The piano has been drinking,
And the menus all are freezing
And the lightman's blind in one eye
And he can't see out of the other
And the piano tune's got a hearing aide
Who showed up with his mother
And the piano has been drinking,
the piano has been drinking.

The bouncer is a sumo wrestler,
Cream puffs cast for milk and toast.
And the owner is a mental midget,
with the IQ of a fence post.
And the piano has been drinking

The piano has been drinking
And you can't find your waitress
with a gieger(?) counter
And she hates you and your friends
And you can't get served without her
And the box office is drooling
And the barstools are on fire
And the newspapers were fooling
and the ashtrays have retired
cuz the piano has been drinking

The piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking,
not me.
not me.

-The man. Tom Waits.

I'm getting drunk tonight! =0