The piano is like a woman,
Sometimes classy, sometimes grand
She’s not always black and white
Sometimes she’s hard to understand
The way her melody just lingers
The way she slips right through your fingers
Oh the piano is like a woman
The guitar is like a woman
So elegant and tasteful,
The way she swerves and her body curves,
Her neck is long and graceful
And when you hold her like a lover,
On a sultry midnight stroll,
The guitar is like a woman,
It’s even got a hole…
The banjo is like a woman,
No one wants to hear it
The double bass is like a woman,
It’s big, fat and loves to be slapped
