Okay,
whenever you're ready.
It's nine o'clock on the Saturday.
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 younger man's clothes.
La la la, dee dee da.
La da, dee dee da,
da da.
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 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 dee da, 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 got us feeling all right.
Now, Paul is a real estate novelist.
He 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.
Oh,
la la la, dee dee da.
La la, dee dee da,
da ***.
It's 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, 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 doing here?
Oh, la da da, dee dee da.
La da, dee dee 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.