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Piano Man / Billy Joel
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 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
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
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 some place That he'd rather be
He says Bill, I believe this is killing me As a smile ran away from his face Well, I'm sure That I could be a movie star
Now Paul is a real estate novelist Who never had time for a wife And he's talking 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 drinking alone
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 coming 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 doing here ?

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