Piano Man

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 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' Oh, 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 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 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?' 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 And you've got us feelin' alright And you've got us~ feelin' alright