It's nine o'clock on a saturday
The regul ar crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' l ove to his tonic and gin
He says, 'son, can you play me a memory?
I'm n ot really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and
i knew it complete
When i wore a younger man's clothes'
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Si ng us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And y ou've got us feelin' alright
Now john at the bar is a friend of mine
He g ets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to
Dm
light up your smoke
But there's s omeplace that he'd rather be
He says, 'bill, i believe this is killing me.'
As the s mile ran away from his face
'well i'm sure that i could be a movie star
If i could get out of this place'
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Now paul is a real estate novelist
Who n ever had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with davy
who's still in the navy
And p robably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the b usinessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink
they call loneliness
But it's b etter than drinkin' alone
It's a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And the m anager gives me a smile
'cause he knows that it's me
they've been comin'
to see
To f orget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the m icrophone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and
put bread in my jar
And say, 'm an, what are you doin' here?'
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
