Someone's in the kitchen, cookin' Hoppin' John
Bet yer bottom dollar that the stereo is on.
Homeless boys are pullin' strings down from the attic.
Startin' as a trio, soon came number four
Five, then six and seven, eight and even more
Some are gone, some are back, and some are still in transit.
A tuneless old piano, right against the stairs
Ghosts are in the closet, songs are in the air
Music was a hobby, it soon became a habit
When we began to wobble, somewhere over Abbott
Accordions and bagpipes, flutes and other things
Banjo, bass, a mandolin - and half a million strings
In very tiny spaces, we made quite a racket.
In pubs, sometimes clubs, even wedding halls
Thursday nights, Christmas Eve, whenever muses call
Melody's a golden ring, let's reach out and grab it!
A tuneless old piano, right against the stairs
Ghosta are in the closet, songs are in the air
Music was a hobby, it soon became a habit
When we began to wobble, somewhere over Abbott
And don't ya think it's funny?
Without alcohol and honey,
things might never have been the same.
Or at least, we'd have a different name...
Friends come out to see us, we love to watch 'em dance
We don't share any blood, but we are a family band
Rooted in the floorboards where greyhounds might be nappin'
A tuneless old piano, right against the stairs
Ghosts are in the closet, songs are in the air
Music was a hobby, it soon became a habit
When we began to wobble, somewhere over Abbott....
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