Felonious

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