Keyboard Boy Lyrics

This is Keyboard Boy, and uh, uh this is the Egg Storm

Well it's one o'clock in the afternoon

There's three guys here

There's an alcoholic sittin' next to me

Making love to his imported craft beer

He said

Sir can you please play a episode

I kinda forgot what it was

But yeah I am getting dementia

Of a life that I lived long ago

A la la dee da dee dee da da

Dee da dee dum dum

Well sing us a song piano dude

Sing us this afternoon

Well we're all kind've want some background noise

And you're doin' alright

Oh now Bob at the bar is a regular

He spits my tip jar

And he's quick with a joke

And burnt a good smoke

And I wish he would get out real soon

Now the usually cheery dude is kind've feeling blue

As he goes and he turns towards me

Well I could be a standup comedian if I really tried

But now, my time's getting fried

Oh la da dee da dee da da da

Da da di da di di daah

Tyler

Now Jackson's a real smarty

Who never gave time to his social life

Now he's talkin' with Betsy

Trying to rizz up a real life

Now Beatrice the good ol' bar maîtres

Talkin' to the dropout

And they're sharing a drink, together

But really they are quite alone

Keyboard Dude