Felonious - Howe Gelb

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

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, the size of head»

The piano’s still stealing Lou Reed licks

Licks he probably stole

I’d rather them Thelonious'

I’d rather we’d never get old