Piano Man

It's nine 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"// 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 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"// 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// 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// 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 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?"// 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.