Murder In The Piano Room

What about it Bill? Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Got an idea for the lyric yet? Uh, might the melody once more, Dick? I think I've got something. It's about time. Okay, okay, hold on. Alright. How's this? It's never was bad. But Tony, yours sounds like 800 others.

How do you expect me to get any kind of original idea for a lyric? Give me something to work with. Alright, alright, alright. All right, all right. Now look, Phil, we've been fighting like this for months.

We've got to do something, and we haven't written a hit tune in a year. You want to break up the team? No, I don't want to. They both seem to have written out. What do you mean?

Now those last songs we did. Yo, Hendricks wasn't a friend as well as our music publisher. You'd have thrown them out in the alley. You put together enough a lot of bad lyrics for that group.

Oh. Those cypherds. The lyrics were bad. Yes, they were. Just because I couldn't save those tired tunes, you owe us my fault. Tired too! I ought to punch you right the nose. That'll be a fine answer to my problem, if at least give me some satisfaction.

I'm warning you, I don't like violence, but I'm getting to a point where I'm going to forget how much I hate violence, and remember only how much I dislike you. You're sure it's pure, and it's just as new.

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