My Pianist by The Lancashire Hotpots Lyrics

I perform on stage each weekend
But I don't sing a cappella
There's someone else on stage with me
A real talented fella
When the ladies watch him in full flow
They all begin to clap
So let me sing the praises
Of my favourite little chap

Because my pianist is fantastic
My pianist is the best
My pianist goes for hours and hours
And doesn't need a rest
When my pianist gets going
People stand around in shock
To catch a glimpse of my pianist
The girls queue round the block

My pianist gets me into trouble
Almost each and every night
When we played a Halloween gig
My pianist went stiff with fright
On the West End stage my pianist
Put on one hell of a show
And the Pet Shop Boys both fainted
When they watched my pianist go
My pianist has fans on Facebook
They are prone to getting zealous
Lionel Richie, he once told me
That my pianist made him jealous
For Her Majesty in London
We were asked to play a tune
My pianist stood to attention
When the Queen walked in the room

Because my pianist is fantastic
My pianist is the best
My pianist goes for hours and hours
And doesn't need a rest
When my pianist gets going
People stand around in shock
To catch a glimpse of my pianist
The girls queue round the block