It’s 9 o’clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There’s an old man sitting next to me
Making like to his tonic and gin
He says, “Son are you able to play me a memory
I’m now not in point of fact positive how it is going
But it’s sad and it’s candy
And I knew it entire
When I wore a younger man’s clothes.”
Sing us a tune you’re the piano man
Sing us a music this night
Well we’re all in the mood for a melody
And you’ve got us feeling alright
Now John on the bar is a pal of mine
He gets me my beverages free of charge
And he’s quick with a funny story or to light up your smoke
But there’s somewhere that he’d rather be
He says, “Bill, I believe that is killing me.”
As a grin ran clear of his face
“Well, I’m positive that I is usually a film star
If I may get out of this place.”
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a spouse
And he’s talking with Davy, who’s still within the Navy
And almost certainly might be for lifestyles
And the waitress is practising politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes they’re sharing a drink they call “Loneliness”
But it’s higher than consuming on my own
Sing us a music you’re the piano man
Sing us a tune tonight
Well we’re all in the mood for a melody
And you’ve were given us feeling alright
It’s a sexy excellent crowd for a Saturday
And the manager provides me a smile
‘Cause he knows that it’s me they’ve been coming to look
To fail to remember about life for some time
And the piano it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a lager
And they sit down at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, “Man, what are you doing right here?”
Sing us a music you’re the piano man
Sing us a track this night
Well we’re all in the mood for a melody
And you’ve were given us feeling alright
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