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 melody?
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"
La la la, de de da
La la, de de 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 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 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"
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he´s talkin´ 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 drinkin´ alone
Sing us a song...
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 comin´ to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it 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?"
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Sing us a song...