It�s nine o�clock on a saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There�s an old man sitting next to me Makin� love to his tonic and gin
He says, son, can you play me a memory? I�m not 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
Chorus: Sing us a song, you�re the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well, we�re all in the mood for a melody And you�ve got us feelin� alright
Now john at the bar is a friend of mine He gets me my drinks for free And he�s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke But there�s someplace that he�d rather be He says, bill, I believe this is killing me. As the smile 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 never had time for a wife And he�s talkin� with davy who�s still in the navy And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics As the businessmen slowly get stoned Yes, they�re sharing a drink they call loneliness But it�s better than drinkin� alone
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It�s a pretty good crowd for a saturday And the manager gives me a smile �cause he knows that it�s me they�ve been comin� to see To forget about life for a while And the piano, it sounds like a carnival And the microphone smells like a beer And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar And say, man, what are you doin� here?