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
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
