I Love A Piano

I Love A Piano
music & lyric by Irving Berlin

As a child I went wild when a band played;
How I ran to the man as his hand swayed!
Clarinets were my pets, and a slide trombone I thought was simply divine.
But today when they play, I could hiss them;
Ev'ry bar is a jar to my system;
Bit there's one musical instrument that I call mine:

I love a piano, I love a piano; I love to hear somebody play
Upon a piano, a grand piano---it simply carries me away.
I know a fine way to treat a Steinway;
I love to run my fingers o'er the keys, the ivories,

And with the pedal I love to meddle.
When Paderewski comes this way, I'm so delighted, if I'm invited
To hear that long haired genius play.

So you can keep your fiddle and your bow, give me a P-I-A-N-O, oh, oh---
I love to stop right beside an upright or a high toned baby grand.

When a green Tetrazzin' starts to warble, I grow cold as an old piece of marble;
I allude to the crude little party singer who don't know when to pause.
At her best I detest the soprano; but I run to be the one at the piano---
I always love the accompaniement, and that's because:

I love a piano, I love a piano; I love to hear somebody play
Upon a piano, a grand piano---it simply carries me away.
I know a fine way to treat a Steinway; I love to run my fingers o'er the keys, the ivories.
And with the pedal I love to meddle.
When Paderewski comes this way, I'm so delighted, if I'm invited
To hear that long haired genius play.
So you can keep your fiddle and your bow, give me a P-I-A-N-O, oh, oh---
I love to stop right beside an upright or a high toned baby grand...