Itâs nine oâclock on a saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
Thereâs an old man sitting next to me
Makinâ love to his tonic and gin
He says, son, can you play me a memory?
Iâm not really sure how it goes
But itâs sad and itâs sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger manâs clothes
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus:
Sing us a song, youâre the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, weâre all in the mood for a melody
And youâve got us feelinâ alright
Now john at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And heâs quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But thereâs someplace that heâd rather be
He says, bill, I believe this is killing me.
As the smile ran away from his face
Well Iâm 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
Now paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And heâs talkinâ with davy whoâs still in the navy
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, theyâre sharing a drink they call loneliness
But itâs better than drinkinâ alone
Chorus
Itâs a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
âcause he knows that itâs me theyâve been cominâ 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 doinâ here?
Piano Man, Billy Joel
Itâs nine oâclock on a saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
Thereâs an old man sitting next to me
Makinâ love to his tonic and gin
He says, son, can you play me a memory?
Iâm not really sure how it goes
But itâs sad and itâs sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger manâs clothes
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus:
Sing us a song, youâre the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, weâre all in the mood for a melody
And youâve got us feelinâ alright
Now john at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And heâs quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But thereâs someplace that heâd rather be
He says, bill, I believe this is killing me.
As the smile ran away from his face
Well Iâm 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
Now paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And heâs talkinâ with davy whoâs still in the navy
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, theyâre sharing a drink they call loneliness
But itâs better than drinkinâ alone
Chorus
Itâs a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
âcause he knows that itâs me theyâve been cominâ 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 doinâ here?
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus