It's nine o'clock on a Saturday                                
                                                                
                                    The regular crowd shuffles in                                
                                                                
                                    There's an old man sittin' 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"                                
                                                                
                                    La, la-la, di-di-da                                
                                                                
                                    La-la di-di-da da-dum                                
                                                                
                                    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 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"                                
                                                                
                                    Oh, la, la-la, di-di-da                                
                                                                
                                    La-la di-di-da da-dum                                
                                                                
                                    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 the 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                                
                                                                
                                    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, di-di-da                                
                                                                
                                    La-la di-di-da da-dum                                
                                                                
                                    Sing us the 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