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It's 9 o'clock on a saturday
Regular Crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Making love to his tonic and gin
He says "Son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes.
It's sad and sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes."
Sing us a song, you're the Piano Man
Sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
And You've got us feeling 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 a light of your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As a smile ran away fron his face
"Well I'm sure that i could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place."
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 practicing politics
As the businessman slowly gets stoned
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 it's me they've been coming to see
To forget about life for a while
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 doin' here?"