'd rather be shovelin' Through the slush and mud Than to leave my home where I grew up Life goes on after the flood The Clover Inn Bar was hit pretty hard The piano
so hard to keep our home alive But you don't even care that I'm around You tell me that somehow our love has died And you'd rather be set free than be
's someplace that he'd rather be He says Bill, I believe this is killing me As the smile ran away from his face Well I'm sure that I could be a movie
do We would have those same old fights to go through And as much rather be dead than to hear those words you said I'd forgive you but what good would it do [ steel - piano
And forget the times you held me tenderly I'm supposed to tell the world it never happened But I'm not the man that I supposed to be I'd rather stand
we ride the circus wheel With your dark brother wrapped in white Says it was good to be alive But now he rides a comet's flame And won't be coming back
peaks Are scheduled to be mine I'm gonna be the ruler Of most everything around From the grandest of the mountains To the humble common ground My reign will be
only girl I've ever dreamed of Are you satisfied? Are you satisfied? The depths of a man's soul cannot be measured In a manor of meters and fathoms But rather
or to light up your smoke But there's someplace that he'd rather be Mmm-hmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm Sing us a song you're the piano man Sing
up anew And it's easy as dreaming... [ piano ] Now I should be lettin' my poor heart forget you and start out gettin' over the fall But I'd rather keep
full of yes! The name on everybody's lips Is gonna be Roxie The lady rakin' in the chips Is gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody
be a spaceman I wanted to be it so bad But now that I am a spaceman I'd rather be back on the pad Hey mother earth Won't 'cha bring me back down Safely
someplace that he'd rather be He says, Bill I believe this is killing me As a smile ran away from his face Well i'm sure that I could be a movie star
-fish: Makes up yo' mind, dahlin'! we ain't gots all night heahhh! intromissium be comin' up putty quick! folks be headin' on out to de lobby fo' dem
with somebody You don't really care. (Is our, is our, is our love, a, lie.) Six in the morning (honey) (Piano solo) Six in the morning (baby) (Piano
the girls still want him though And now you know, I wanna be like Edward Cullen I wanna be Edward Cullen Wish I could be Edward Cullen Wish I could be
where your mouth is Gassed up ass nigga, come set it Cause when I pick up the gun, that be the end of the unleaded Now you could be a gold or a platinum