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
Chorus
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?"
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus
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
Chorus
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?"
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus
It is a song for the Human Soul. Tonight its mine
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