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 k**ing me," As a smile ran away from his face. "Well i'm sure that I could be a p**no 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 ''cause 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.