Your Mother Told You All That I

I'm A Piano Player. I Never Thought Of Myself As A Singer, At All. I Was Always Trying To Sound Like Somebody Else. I Don't Like My Own Voice, I Like Ray Charles, Robert Plant, I Like Joe Cocker, Rod Stewart, People That Have An Edge In Their Voice.

The Piano Sounds Like A Carnival And The Microphone Smells Like A Beer. And They Sit At The Bar And Put Bread In My Jar And Say, Man, What Are You Doing Here?

You Want To Give People A Reason To Hate My Guts More? I'm Making More Money.

Why Should I Worry, Why Should I Care? And Even When I Cross That Line, I Got Street Savoire Faire.

She's The Quiet Type Who's Into Heavy Metal.