That Old Piano

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 of 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 had seen better days
We love it to bits, 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 had seen better days
We love it to bits, 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.