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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.

La la la, di da da La la, di da 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 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

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

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

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