Tom Waits: The Piano Has Been Drinking

The piano has been drinking
My necktie is asleep
And the combo went back to New York
The jukebox been busted for several weeks

And the carpet needs a haircut
And the spotlight looks like a prison break
And the telephone’s out of cigarettes
And the balcony is on the make

And the piano has been drinking heavily tonight
The piano has been drinking
And you can’t find your waitress with a geiger counter
And she hates you and each and every one of your friends
Can’t get served without it

And the box-office is drooling
And the bar stools are on fire
And the newspapers were fooling
And the ash-trays have retired

‘Cause the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking

Not me, not me, not me, not me, not me