歌词
Goodbye, piano
You're too overweight for me to take you with me
Into the hills
Where winds are red-beguiler
They tell me not to worry 'bout the dollars
If it were not for you, I wouldn't bother
So goodbye, piano
You're so out of tune that I assume you're dead
So goodbye, piano
'Cause you're so old I should have sold instead
Goodbye, piano (Sorry)
You're so out of tune that I assume you're dead
Goodbye, piano
It was glorious knowing you the past month or two
But as usual, they're sending me away '
Cause I cannot supply the money they want
And wherever I go, I know I'll meet your brothers and sisters
And of course, they would gladly let me play their boards all day long
Now you rest right here, okay?
You rest right here like a good little centipede should
And don't let anyone kid you away as long as you live, okay?
