This is about two pianos, a story that must be told.
Once upon a time, long, long ago, their was no rent, so our parent's piano had to be sold.
So much music inside of me, I didn't know what to do?
Goodbye first piano, no more music for little Lou.

Some thirty years later, coming home from Nam in 68.
A few drunk days in Oki, it's the only way to wait.
I thought it would be nice, as long as I was passing through.
To get a few momentous for the kids, yeah a piano, yeah that would surely do.
Finally, music in our home, and I'd do it real soon.
Cause all I played, was their 'daddy', I didn't carry a tune.

So I continued getting drunk, with a blackout the last night.
Time was getting short, and when I woke the sun was really bright.
So I grabbed a set of orders, some money and a beer.
"Take me to a piano store", there was one, that was very near.
The cabby didn't speak English, we spoke mostly with our hands.
He pulled up to a Piano bar, with a three piece Aussie band.
Another drink or two, would help undo this confusing little mess.
So off I went with money, my orders and sake, mixed with very little rest.
It's all a blur, that's for sure, now it's time I finally confess.
Seven weeks later a Kawai piano arrived, one of Japan's very best.

I'll have to tell my children, how they got their musical start.
Culture, college and schooling, that was just the latter part.
But they all played that piano, and now all four are on a musical path with heart.
Because the little boy, in the drunken Marine, never ever forgot.