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 de de da
da da de de da da da
Sing us a song, you're the piano man,
sing us a song to night
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
and you've got us feeling all right
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 some place 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"
{c:Chorus}
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 practicing 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 that 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 ?