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"

Da da da da de de da
Da da de de 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 a 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."

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 Paul is a realestate real estate novelist,
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talking with Davy
Who's still in the navy Navy and probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the buissnessman businessman slowly gets stoned
Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinking alone

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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

It's a pretty good crowd for a saturday, Saturday,
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me
That they've been coming to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano sounds like a carneval carnival
Ande 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?"

Da da . .
Sing us a song . . .