Sing us a song, you're the piano man
↑click It's 9 o'clock on a SaturdayThe Regular crowd shuffles inThere's an old man sitting next to meMakin' love to his tonic and ginHe says, "Son, can you play me a memoryI'm not really sure how it goesBut it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it completeWhen I wore a younger man's clothes"La la la, de de daLa la, de de da da dumSing us a song, you're the piano manSing us a song tonightWell, we're all in the mood for a melodyAnd you've got us feelin' alrightNow John at the bar is a friend of mineHe gets me my drinks for freeAnd he's quick with a joke or to light up your smokeBut there's someplace that he'd rather beHe 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 starIf I could get out of this place."Oh, la la la, de de daLa la, de de da da dumNow Paul is a real estate novelistWho never had time for a wifeAnd he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the navyAnd probably will be for lifeAnd the waitress is practicing politicsAs the businessmen slowly get stonedYes, they're sharing a drink they call lonelinessBut it's better than drinkin' aloneSing us a song, you're the piano manSing us a song tonightWell, we're all in the mood for a melodyAnd you've got us feelin' alrightIt's a pretty good crowd for a SaturdayAnd the manager gives me a smile'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to seeTo forget about life for a whileAnd the piano, sounds like a carnivalAnd the microphone smells like a beerAnd they sit at the bar and put bread in my jarAnd say, "Man, what are you doin' here."Oh, la la la, de de daLa la, de de da da dumSing us a song, you're the piano manSing us a song tonightWell, we're all in the mood for a melodyAnd you've got us feelin' alright