Piano Man Lyrics

	It′s 9 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 melody, 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"
	[chorus:]
	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 he′s 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 oh this is killing me" as a smile ran away from his face,
	"But I′m sure that I could be a movie star, if I could get out of this place!"
	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
	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
	[chorus]
	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?"
	[chorus]

	It s 9 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 melody, 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"
	chorus:
	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 he s 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 oh this is killing me" as a smile ran away from his face,
	" But I m sure that I could be a movie star, if I could get out of this place!"
	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
	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
	chorus
	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?"
	chorus

	It s 9 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 melody, 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"
	chorus:
	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 he s 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 oh this is killing me" as a smile ran away from his face,
	" But I m sure that I could be a movie star, if I could get out of this place!"
	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
	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
	chorus
	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?"
	chorus

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