Three Men and a Grand

[Кіріспе] One beat—hold! Two hits—haul! [Куплет 1] Third-floor landing, brownstone bend, Three of us and a strap to lend. Grand piano, black as a hearse, Turn it sideways—make it worse. [Қайырма] Up that stair! don’t let it slide! Three men pulling on the hide! Wheel shears off—brace the load! Banister’s shaking, nowhere to go! [Куплет 2] Homeowner hollers, “save that rail!” My shoulder burns, the dolly fails. One man grunts, one man swears, The piano’s walking down the stairs. [Қайырма] Up that stair! don’t let it slide! Three men pulling on the hide! Wheel shears off—brace the load! Banister’s shaking, nowhere to go! [Guitar solo] [Куплет 3] Strap goes taut, the steps complain, We lean uphill against the strain. “Hold it!”—the black lid starts to creep, One more inch and it’s taking the street. [Қайырма] Up that stair! don’t let it slide! Three men pulling on the hide! Wheel shears off—brace the load! Banister’s shaking, nowhere to go! Up that stair! lock your feet! That grand piano won’t retreat!