It 's nine o'clock on a saturday
The regul ar crowd shuffles i n
There's an o ld ma n sitting ne xt to me
Makin' l ove to his t onic and gin
He says, 's on, can you pl ay me a memory?
I'm n ot really sure how it goes
But it's s ad 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
Si ng us a s ong, you're the piano man
Si ng us a song tonight
Well, we're a ll in the m ood for a melody
And y ou've got us f eelin' alright
Now j ohn at the b ar is a friend of mine
He g ets me my drinks for free
And he's q uick with a j oke or to
light up your smoke
But there's s omeplace that h e'd rather be
He says, 'b ill, i b elieve this is killing me.'
As the s mile ran away from his face
'well i'm s ure 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 p aul is a r eal estate novelist
Who n ever had time for a wife
And he's t alkin' with d avy
who's still in the navy
And p robably w ill be for life
And the w aitress is p racticing politics
As the b usinessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're s haring a d rink
they call loneliness
But it's b etter than d rinkin' alone
It's a p retty good c rowd for a saturday
And the m anager gives me a smile
'cause he k nows that it's m e
they've been comin'
to see
To f orget about l ife for a while
And the p iano, it s ounds like a carnival
And the m icrophone smells like a beer
And they s it at the b ar and
put bread in my jar
And say, 'm an, what are y ou doin' here?'
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de d a da da
