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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." |
Laaa la la, li la laaa |
La laaa, li li laaaa da dum |
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 all feelin' 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 |
And he'll light up your smoke |
But there's some place that he'd rather be |
He says, "Bill, |
I believe this is killing me." |
As his 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" |
Ohh laaa la la, li la laaa |
La laaa, li li laaaa da dum |
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 businessman slowly gets stoned |
Yes, they're sharing a drink |
They call loneliness |
But it's better than drinkin' 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 feelin' all right |
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?" |
Ohh laaa la la, li la laaa |
La laaa, li li laaaa da dum |
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' all right |
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