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 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'

Oh, la la la, de de da

La la, de de da da da

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

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

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?'

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

And you've got us feelin' alright

And you've got us~

feelin' alright