And we'll walk down the avenue again And we'll sing all the songs from way back when And we'll walk down the avenue again And the healing has begun And
can't play a sad song on the banjo Now bad news just won't hang around the banjo Old dismal gloom will have to disappear A sad song can't be played so
shot at me I'm throwing a shot back Your's is on a joint Mine's whistling by your top hat Ya I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back Open the mac'
Throw a penny from the window, watch an old man play a song On a twenty-dollar violin he bought before the war, Though he screeches and he scratches and
play me a blue song and fade down the light I'm sad as a proud man can be sad tonight Just let me dream on, oh just let me sway While the sweet violins
Compliment what she does Send her roses just because If it's violins she loves Let them play Dedicate her favourite song And hold her closer all night
piece of clothing and took the master by surprise and started playing her violin now decent to her fathers eyes the music she came up with was the nicest song
their hoards It's not the getting old she minds, it's the meaningless of being She thinks about all this while Jean sings about la vie And accordions and violins