That old piano, with old and worn-out keys

Just an old piano, with faded ivories, but it was a treasure

it gave so much pleasure

That old piano



When them old hammers, bounced off off them old strings

You just couldn't help yourself, it just made you wanna sing

No question about it, we couldn't do without it

That old piano



Friends would come to see us on a Saturday

They'd sing their favourite songs while my old mother played

Although that old piano has seen better days

We love it to bit, I'll never forget



That old piano, with old and worn-out keys

Just an old piano, with faded ivories, but it was a treasure

it gave so much pleasure

That old piano



Friends would come to see us on a Saturday

They'd sing their favourite songs while my old mother played

Although that old piano has seen better days

We love it to bit, I'll never forget



They still talk about it, the old friends I meet, about them good times

And parties in the street, and just one thing more is, one thing for sure is

If that old piano could talk it could tell a few stories

No question about it, We couldn't do without it

That old piano