It's nine o'clock on a Saturday,
a regular crowd shuffles in.
There's an old man sitting next to me,
making 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 young man's clothes.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la.
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 feeling all right.
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 some place that he'd rather be.
He says, Bill, I believe this is killing me.
As a 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.
La
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la.
Now, Paul is a real estate novelist
who never had time for a wife.
And he's talking with Davey, 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 drinking alone.
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 feeling all right.
And the waitress is a pretty good crowd for a Saturday.
And the manager gives me a smile.
Because he knows that it's me they've been
coming to see to forget about life for a while.
And the piano sounds like a carnival.
And the microphone smells like a beer.
And I look at the bar and put bread in my jar and say,
man,
what are you doing here?
Oh, la, la, la, dee, dee, da.
La, la, dee, dee, da,
da, da.
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 feeling all right.