TRY IT ON YOUR PIANO
By IRVING BERLIN
Published 1910 by Ted Snyder Music Pub. Co.

[Verse 1]
Ben-ja-min Man-ner played a grand pi-a-no,
And he cert'n-ly played it fine;
Played the pi-a-no all the time,
Like a reg'-lar Rub-in-stein.

Sun-day he called a-round to see Miss Lu-cy Brown
And said "My dar-ling pet,
I have found a new way to make love
That has-n't been dis-cov-ered yet,
Won't you let me show you how?"
But Miss Lu-cy cried "not now:"

[Chorus]
"Try it on your pi-a-no grand,
I don't care to un-der-stand
B or I flat, C or Y flat,
Try it hon,' but not in my flat.

While I don't doubt that what you say is true,
I'm not tak-ing chanc-es with some love that's new
So Mis-ter Man-ner, try it on your pi-a-no,
But you can't try it on me." me."

[Verse 2]
Ben-ja-min Man-ner sold his grand pi-a-no,
And be-came a doc-tor fair;
One who cures your pain and care,
He was known most ev-'ry where.

Lu-cy took sick one day he called a-round to say
"I've brought with me a pill,
It's a new dis-cov'-ry of my own
That sure-ly ought to cure or kill,
It has nev-er yet been tried."
But Miss Lu-cy loud-ly cried:

[Second Chorus]
"Try it on your pi-a-no grand,
I don't care to un-der-stand
B or I flat, C or Y flat,
Try it hon,' but not in my flat.

Give me Per-u-na for my ev'-ry pain,
For he who takes that will live to take a-gain
So try your brand up on a ba-by grand,
Be-cause you can't try it on me."