Well it's nine o'clock on a saturday,

The regular crowd shuffles in.

There's an old man sitting next to me,

Making love to his tonic and gin.

He says "son can you play me a melody?

But i'm not really sure how it goes, 

It's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete

When i wore a younger man's clothes."

 

La da de da da de da....



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 all right.



The John at the bar, he's a friend of mine,

Gets me my drinks for free,

And he's quick with a joke, or a light of your smoke,

But there's someplace that he'd rather be.



He says "Jonathan I believe this is killing me,"

As a smile ran away from his face.

"Well i'm sure that I could be a porno star,

If I could get out of this place."



La da de da da de da...



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.



Paul's a real estate novelist,

Who never had time for a wife.

And he's talking with Davey, 

Who's still in the Navy,

And thats probably why.



And the waitress is practicing politics,

While everybody in Rochester slowly get's stoned.

Yes they're sharing a drink they call lonelyness,

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

'Cuz he knows that it's Pat Mcgee they been comming to see

To forget about life for a while.



The Piano sounds like a carnival,

And the microphone smells like a beer.

And they sit at the bar, and put bread in my jar 

And they say "can I get you a beer?"



La la la de da da de da...



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.