I hear that old piano from down the Avenue
I smell the pine trees, I look around for you
Oh, my sweet, sweet, sweet old someone coming through the door
It’s Saturday and the band is playing
Honey, could we ask for more
Messaged from the Outhouse
I hear that old piano from down the Avenue
I smell the pine trees, I look around for you
Oh, my sweet, sweet, sweet old someone coming through the door
It’s Saturday and the band is playing
Honey, could we ask for more
