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