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' * 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'
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
*repeat
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?'
