Piano Man
It's nine o'clock on a SaturdayThe regular crowd shuffles inThere's an old man sitting next to meMakin' love to his tonic and gin
He says, "Son, can you play me a memory?I'm not really sure how it goesBut it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it completeWhen I wore a younger man's clothes"
La la la, de de daLa la, de de da da da
Sing us a song, you're the piano manSing us a song tonightWell, we're all in the mood for a melodyAnd you've got us feelin' alright
Now John at the bar is a friend of mineHe gets me my drinks for freeAnd he's quick with a jokeOr to light up your smokeBut there's someplace that he'd rather beHe 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 starIf I could get out of this place"
Oh, la la la, de de daLa la, de de da da da
Now Paul is a real estate novelistWho never had time for a wifeAnd he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the navyAnd probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politicsAs the businessmen slowly get stonedYes, they're sharing a drink they call lonelinessBut it's better than drinkin' alone
Sing us a song, you're the piano manSing us a song tonightWell, we're all in the mood for a melodyAnd you've got us feelin' alright
It's a pretty good crowd for a SaturdayAnd the manager gives me a smile'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to seeTo forget about life for a whileAnd the piano, it sounds like a carnivalAnd the microphone smells like a beerAnd they sit at the bar and put bread in my jarAnd say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"
Oh, la la la, de de daLa la, de de da da da
Sing us a song, you're the piano manSing us a song tonightWell, we're all in the mood for a melodyAnd you've got us feelin' alright