[1st verse:]
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Benjamin Manner played a grand piano
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And he cert'nly played it fine
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Played the piano all the time
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Like a reg'lar Rubinstein
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Sunday he called around to see Miss Lucy Brown
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And said "My darling pet
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I have found a new way to make love
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That hasn't been discovered yet
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Won't you let me show you how?"
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But Miss Lucy cried "not now":
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[Refrain:]
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Try it on your piano grand
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I don't care to understand
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B or I flat, C or Y flat
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Try it hon' but not in my flat
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While I don't doubt that what you say is true
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I'm not taking chances with some love that's new
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So Mister Manner, try it on your piano
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But you can't try it on me
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[2nd verse:]
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Benjamin Manner sold his grand piano
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And became a doctor fair
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One who cures your pain and care
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He was known most ev'rywhere
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Lucy took sick one day, he called around to say
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"I've brought with me a pill
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It's a new discovery of my own
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That surely ought to cure or kill
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It has never yet been tried"
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But Miss Lucy loudly cried:
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[2nd refrain:]
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Try it on your piano grand
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I don't care to understand
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B or I flat
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C or Y flat
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Try it hon' but not in my flat
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Give me Peruna for my ev'ry pain
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For he who takes that will live to take again
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So try your brand up on a baby grand
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Because you can't try it on me
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Try It On Your Piano
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| Irving Berlin |
