Piano Man

It`s nine oclock on a saturday

The regular crowd shuffles in

There`s an old man sitting next to me

making love to his tonic and gin

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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 mans clothes

Da da da de de Da dada dede 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 feeling all right

Now Paul at the bar he`s a friend of mine,

he gets me my drinks for free

And he`s quick with a joke

and a light up your smoke

but there`s some place 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

Now Paul is a real estate novelist

who never had time for a wife

And he`s talking with Davy

who`s still in the Navy

and probably will be for life

And the waitress is practising politics

As the businessmen slowly get stoned

Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness

but it`s better than drinking 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 coming 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 doing here?