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'

 

Oh, la la la, de de da

La la, de de da da 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 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'

 

Oh, la la la, de de da

La la, de de da da 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 feelin' alright

 

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?'

 

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

 

And you've got us feelin' alright

 

And you've got us

 

feelin' alright