Piano Man
It's 9 o'clock on a Saturday
The 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
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes"
La la la la la da
La la la la la 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 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 to light up your smoke
But there's some place that he'd rather be
And the waitresses practicing politics
As the business man slowly gets stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinking alone
The piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put dread in my jar
And say, man what are you doing here?
Oh, La la la la la da
La la la la la 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 feeling alright