It's nine o'clock on a saturday
The regular crowd shuffles i n
There's an old ma n sitting ne xt to me
Makin' love to his t onic and gin
He says, 'son, can you pl ay me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's s weet and
i knew it complete
When i wore a y ounger man's clothes'
La la la, de de da
La la, de de d a da da
Sing us a s ong, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the m ood for a melody
And you've got us f eelin' alright
Now john at the b ar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a j oke or to
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light up your smoke
But there's someplace that h e'd rather be
He says, 'bill, i b elieve this is killing me.'
As the smile ran away from his face
'well i'm sure that i c ould be a movie star
If i could get o ut of this place'
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de d a da da
Now paul is a r eal estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with d avy
who's still in the navy
And probably w ill be for life
And the waitress is p racticing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a d rink
they call loneliness
But it's better than d rinkin' alone
It's a pretty good c rowd for a saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'cause he knows that it's m e
they've been comin'
to see
To forget about l ife for a while
And the piano, it s ounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the b ar and
put bread in my jar
And say, 'man, what are y ou doin' here?'
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de d a da da
