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Bobby Slot and Freddy WeissWere not so nice,But I like their names a lot.So, I'll say 'em twice.Bobby Slot and Freddy WeissAchieved a modest renownWhen they took an axeAnd went to townOn an old upright.And it was love,It was love at first sight!There's a harp in that piano.And there's a girl inside that boy.And my daddy's crowbars are his pride and joy.It's romance on the streetWhere harp and hacksaw meetOn the dayWhen the boy in every butcher on the blockComes out to play.One last cast iron kitten on the keys.My father's affection for his crowbar collectionWas Freudian to say the least.But there's a beauty in that beast.SongtexteAnd there's a girl inside that boy.And my daddy's crowbars are his pride and joy.There's no need to rehearse.It's just like Jesus in reverse,Makin' many from the one.No need for T.V.When the whole familyGathers round the old upright for some old time fun.Oh, Daddy!You can sure tickle those ivoriesIn the Dance of Diminishing Possibilities!Diminishing Possibilities!Diminishing Possibilities!Diminishing Possibilities!If a man with an axeAxe you out for lunch,Just say, "No thanks,But thanks a bunch."Even if he says, "Pretty please?"It's the Dance of Diminishing Possibilities. Aus Songtexte Mania