Well, the piano's stealing Lou Reed licks

Licks that he probably stole

I wish they were Duke Ellington's

Like a wish we never could [hold]



The tongue is talking like Lou now

Like it had no choice or nothing else to do now

I wish it would wag like Kerouac

I wish we'd never feel blue now



Well, a friend who died for three minutes said

“There really is a light at the end of the tunnel when you're dead

But it's a tunnel you can't run toward

Because the tunnel is [smart], [then] the size of [ ] head”



The piano's still stealing Lou Reed licks

Licks he probably stole

I'd rather them [to be] Thelonious'

I'd rather we'd never get old