It′s 9 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"
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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
Now John at the bar he′s 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 oh this is killing me" as a smile ran away from his face,
"But 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 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
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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?"
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