Screw You, Taxpayer!

This song needs to get out of my head, so I'm writing the lyrics here.

King Cole Trio - Old Piano Plays the Blues

The clock is striking, yes it must be two,
My baby left me for somebody new,
I've been here playing since she said, 'We're through,'
And old piano plays the blues.

The clock is striking, yes it must be three,
My room is lonely as a room can be,
I'm improvising on a memory,
And old piano plays the blues.

Each evening since we met,
We were close to it,
From dusk until the moon would blow low,
And every night I find,
She's hanging 'round my mind,
I guess I'm not the kind to do a solo.

The clock is striking, Lord it must be four,
Perhaps I'd better lock the downstairs door,
The one I played for will be here no more,
And old piano plays the blues.

So I'll just sit and play my piano,
Until my baby comes back.

God bless the man who spread this recording over the Internet. How can an amateur recording from 1944 sound any good? How, I ask you? And the music is just incredible. And you all probably don't care, but I'm going to keep posting song lyrics. And this is the only place on the entire In-tar-net to find these particular lyrics. I may cut down on the sports news, though. Anyway, more significant stuff later. I'm stalling.