It's nine o'clock on a Saturday,
the regular crowd shuffles in.
And there's an old man sitting next to me,
making 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, lala, lala laa. Lala, lalala, lala.
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 feeling 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, lala, lala laa. Lala, lalala, lala.
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
who never had time for a wife.
And he's talking 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 drinking alone.
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 feeling alright.
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 coming 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 doing here?"
Oh la, lala, lala laa. Lala, lalala, lala.
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 feeling alright.Til sangoversigten
