A white shield in a light blue field
is his photo
anyone who knows him well
can call him without offense
"man of little melancholy"
He's a pianist in a piano bar
sells to everyone the things he does
you can't hope to let him cry
because he can't cry.
On his fingertips a little jazz
little shadows in his life
Only a pianist in a piano bar
and he will play until you'll want listen
he will not disappoint you
only a pianist in a piano bar
he will sing until you will listen
he will not disturbe you.
This weird kind of baby
wants company
a strong lough and friendship at supper
loves herself without joy.
He's a pianist in
sells to everyone the things he does
you can't hope to let him cry
because he can't cry.
On his fingertips a little jazz
little shadows in his life
Only a pianist in a piano bar
and will paly until you will listen
he won't disturb you
only a pianist in a piano bar
and he will sing until you will listen
you won't disappoint you