Its nine oclock on a saturday The regular crowd shuffles in Theres an old man sitting next to me Makin love to his tonic and gin He says, son, can you play me a memory? Im not really sure how it goes [...]

Its nine oclock on a saturday The regular crowd shuffles in Theres an old man sitting next to me Makin love to his tonic and gin He says, son, can you play me a memory? Im not really sure how it goes But its sad and its sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger mans clothes La la la, de de da La la, de de da da da Chorus Sing us a song, youre the piano man Sing us a song tonigh Well, were all in the mood for a melody And youve got us feelin alright Now john at the bar is a friend of mine He gets me my drinks for free And hes quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But theres someplace that hed rather be He says, bill, I believe this is killing me As the smile ran away from his face Well Im 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 hes talkin with davy whos still in the navy And probably will be for life And the waitress is practicing politics As the businessmen slowly get stoned Yes, theyre sharing a drink they call loneliness But its better than drinkin alone Chorus Its a pretty good crowd for a saturday And the manager gives me a smile cause he knows that its me theyve been comin to see To forget about life for a while And the piano, it sounds like a carniva 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, de de da La la, de de da da da "