Verse 1
My Grandfather had a scar on his face and lived alone,
He got buried six feet under in a coffin made of stone.
Hed sit at his piano, sing a simple little song,
And all of us together follow suit and sing along. Chorus
Ballerina speaking English, going home with me tonight,
Must have met her at a party, must have been love at first sight.
I know Cupid makes us stupid, I know love gets in our eyes,
Making music with my pretty, pretty, itty, bitty, ditty,
Making music with my pretty Balleri---na. Verse 2
My Grandfather always told us, Do exactly what you choose,
Take a risk and take command, never play life by the rules.
Wed make music in the evening, bringing tears into our eyes,
And all of us together would escape to paradise. Chorus
Ballerina speaking English, going home with me tonight,
Must have met her at a party, must have been love at first sight.
I know Cupid makes us stupid, I know love gets in our eyes,
Making music with my pretty, pretty, itty, bitty, ditty,
Making music with my pretty Balleri---na. Verse 3
My Grandfather now is gone, but still listens in the clouds,
As we gather in the summertime, sing songs to make him proud.
We sit at his piano, sing his simple little song,
And all of us together open up and sing along.. Chorus
Ballerina, Ballerina, Ballerina, Ballerina,
Ballerina speaking English, going home with me tonight,
Must have met her at a party, must have been love at first sight.
I know Cupid makes us stupid, I know love gets in our eyes,
Making music with my pretty, pretty, itty, bitty, ditty,
Making music with my pretty Balleri---na.