playing the Heinie Manush rag your piano's out of tune you ******* the rhythm is all wrong the chorus too long it's like listening to my grumpy wife nag
dancing is not your thing either watching you is like inhaling ether you have two left feet you can't stay on beat I'd rather watch leave it to ******
please don't make me hear you sing you make my ears burn and sting I don't wanna sound ****** but you're constantly pitchy maybe you should give monkhood a fling