Spinet

There was a man who sang and played
At a Steinway on a great big stage
He always put on quite a show
When he was through they'd shout and shout "encore"

But then one day a young talent came
He had to step down, give up his fame
Now he's playing in a place
Where only his boss knows his name

But he goes home and plays his spinet
A fresh new song every minute
He never plays it more than once or twice
It's always such a nice surprise

It makes you go "ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah"
It makes you go "ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh"

And at a new piano he plays
And I'll tell you it sure is no steinway
But he plays it in the same way
As if he were on that great big stage

And he's played the same song more than twice
Probably a few thousands times
'Cause that's all we want to hear
When we've had our fill of chear

But he goes home and plays his spinet
A fresh new song every minute
He never plays it more than once or twice
It's always such a nice surprise

It makes you go "ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah"
It makes you go "ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh"

Now he's moving away
For how long, no one can say
But his spinet has to stay
It's already been stored away

But he's playing and singing all the more
At a cheap keyboard on the floor
Playing sounds I've never heard before
Man, play me more, more, more

And even though it's not his spinet
It's a fresh new song every minute
He never plays it more than once or twice
It's always such a nice surprise

It makes you go "ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah"
It makes you go "ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh"