Well, Johnny come in last nightMan, he was an awful sightThe bartender said, hey, JohnnyThere'll be no band tonightThe piano man's drunk, he's been down in the dumpsThe drummer's in bed, he's got a pain in his headNo, JohnnyThere'll be no band tonightThe clock was ticking close to tenThe mailman came running inSaid, anybody here named Johnny?I got a special delivery for himIt's from a woman he knows, it's from his bio-roseThe girl of his dreams owns a wedding ring, love roseI got a letter for himYeah, Johnny jumped up from his beardTold the mailman, yes, I'm hereAnd then he read it out loud to the barroom crowdBut before they had a chance to chatHe said, call up the bandI'm a happy manI want them to play on my wedding dayWhen he told themThey had a chance to cheerThe piano man cameEven though it was rainingThe drummer was drummingJust like an insane manThey tore off the roofThey knocked down the doorsAnd Johnny and his bride told himIt ain't her faultSlapping the dutch to the beat of the bandDragging behind him a string of tin cansThey ain't been back yetBut I know when they doJohnny gonna play some of the sweetest bluesAnd he delievered hisSo the lad was afraidHe knew I was backI thought, he's deadHe thought, he's deadBut it was in handHe's deadBut he's introduced some dirtThank you.Thank you.Thank you.