dance of diminishing possibilities

6

Bobby Slot and Freddy Weiss
Were not so nice
But I like their names a lot
So I’ll say’ em twice
Bobby Slot and Freddy Weiss
Achieved a modest renown
When they took an axe
And went to town
On 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 street
Where harp and hacksaw meet
On the day
When the boy in every butcher on the block
Comes out to play
One last cast iron kitten on the keys

My father’s affection for his crowbar collection
Was Freudian to say the least
But there’s a beauty in that beast
And there’s a girl inside that boy
And my daddy’s crowbars are his pride and joy

Theres’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 family
Gathers round the old upright for some old time fun.

Oh Daddy!
You can sure tickle those ivories
In the Dance of Diminishing Possibilities
Diminishing Possibilities
Diminishing Possibilities
Diminishing Possibilities

If a man with an axe
Axe 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.