It's nine o'c
lock 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,
di di
da
La la,
di di
da da
dum
Sing us a
song, you're the
piano man
Sing us a
song to
night
Well, we're all in the
mood for a
melody
And you've got us all
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 some place that
he'd rather
be
He says, "Bill, I be
lieve this is
killing me."
As a smile ran a
way 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,
di di
da
La la,
di di
da 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 Na
vy
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 to
night
Well, we're all in the
mood for a
melody
And you've got us all
feelin' al
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
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,
di di
da
La la,
di di
da da
dum
Sing us a
song, you're the
piano man
Sing us a
song to
night
Well, we're all in the
mood for a
melody
And you've got us all
feelin' al
right
