A music joke, sorta cleaned up-

A bar long past its prime had an equally aged signe in the window: "Piano Player Wanted". One evening a scruffy sort of character staggered into the joint, approached the barkeep and said: "I'll play you a song for a beer". The barkeep was a bit skeptical but thought, "why not?". He served the guy a draft, which he promptly chugged. He then teetered over to the piano and played the most soulful, moving slow piece imaginable. He had the whole house in tears. He ambled back over to the bar and the keep said "That was beautiful. What's it called?" The player amswered: "That's a little something I wrote when my wife died. I call it 'We can't screw no more' ".

Well, the barkeep gave him another beer and asked him to play something a little more lively and up beat. The player chugged the beer, went back to the piano and banged out an incredilbe fast-paced piece that had the whole joint jumping. When he finished, he got up and wobbled his way to the gent's room. He'd had enough that when he finished, he forgot to put his t'ing away.

Well, he ambled back to the bar. The barkeep saw him coming with his t'ing hanging out and said: "Hey, man, do you know your fly's open and your t'ing is hanging out?" The player looked at him and said: "Know it? Hell, man, I wrote it!"