[Verse 1: Strutting funk-rock male lead, belted over heavy drums and slap bass] Aunt Lorraine called me Sunday, said baby, you strong Got a little job for you, won't take you long Forty dollars cash and a plate when it's done Bring your cousin Rob, he can carry a ton Truck at the curb with a blanket on top Pulled it off slow and my stomach just dropped Upright piano, solid oak, from a church Three hundred and fifty pounds of hurt Five-story walk-up, a hundred years old Stairwell built for a man who was folded Rob looked at me and I looked at the stairs Aunt Lorraine yelling down, I'm on five, I'm up there [Hook: Strutting funk-rock male lead, full band, wah guitar, hard stabs] Carry it up to the fifth floor Every landing on the way is a holy war Forty dollars and a plate and my back is sore Lord, get this piano to the fifth floor [Verse 2: Strutting funk-rock male lead, harder, crunchy wah guitar] First flight easy, we was talking big Second flight the banister cracked like a twig Third flight Rob lost a shoe in the turn Fourth flight a man in a robe came to learn Said you tilting it wrong, said you gotta go high Said he moved three of these in seventy-five I said sir, take a corner, he went back inside Rob crying real tears and the keys on the slide Every time we bumped it, it played a note Like the piano was laughing right down my throat Two hours in and the fourth landing turn Pivot, tilt, pivot, tilt, and the elbows burn [Hook: Strutting funk-rock male lead, full band, wah guitar, hard stabs] Carry it up to the fifth floor Every landing on the way is a holy war Forty dollars and a plate and my back is sore Lord, get this piano to the fifth floor [Verse 3: Strutting funk-rock male lead, every word punched, dead stop at the door on what y'all doing up here, then the band crashes back] Three hours later we was soaked to the shoe Got it to her door like a man coming through Knocked twice, Aunt Lorraine opened up with a smile Looked at that piano for a long little while Said oh no, baby, what y'all doing up here That go in the basement, it's for my sister, dear [Final Hook: Strutting funk-rock male lead, full band, wah guitar, raw full voice] Carry it up to the fifth floor Every landing on the way is a holy war Forty dollars and a plate and my back is sore Lord, get this piano to the fifth floor [Tag: Strutting funk-rock male lead, shouted over the last band crash] Basement? The basement. Rob, grab the other end [End]
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