Golden Earring - The Grand Piano Lyrics
Strong rough hands seized the shiny woodCarried her on stage and there she stoodEvery time when she performedThe audience smiled or criedBut after years of cheers and fameHer sound got old and diedNa, na, na, naNa, na, na , naStrong rough hands seized the shabby woodTook here there, where she would stay for goodHer study was her destinyChildren used to sayYou are still a queen for usSo teach us how to playNa, na, na, naNa, na, na , na