PIANO MAN

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 melody?
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, de de da (bis)

Coro:
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 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 someplace 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 la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
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 businessmen slowly get stoned / Yes, they re sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it s better than drinkin alone
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?"