| It’s nine oclock on a saturday
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| The regular crowd shuffles in There’s an old man sitting next to me Makin love to his tonic and gin
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| He says, son, can you play me a memory?
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| I’m not really sure how it goes
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| But it’s sad and it’s sweet and I knew it complete
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| When I wore a younger mans clothes
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| La la la, de de da
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| La la, de de da da da Chorus:
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| Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
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| Sing us a song tonight
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| Well, were all in the mood for a melody
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| And youve got us feelin alright
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| Now john at the bar is a friend of mine
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| He gets me my drinks for free
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| And he’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
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| But there’s someplace that he’d rather be He says, bill, I believe this is killing me.
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| As the smile ran away from his face
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| Well I’m sure that I could be a movie star
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| If I could get out of this place
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| Oh, la la la, de de da
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| La la, de de da da da Now paul is a real estate novelist
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| Who never had time for a wife
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| And he’s talkin with davy whos still in the navy
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| And probably will be for life
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| And the waitress is practicing politics
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| As the businessmen slowly get stoned
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| Yes, they’re sharing a drink they call loneliness
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| But it’s better than drinkin alone
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| Chorus
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| It’s a pretty good crowd for a saturday
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| And the manager gives me a smile
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| Cause he knows that it’s me they’ve been comin to see
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| To forget about life for a while
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| And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
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| And the microphone smells like a beer
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| And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
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| And say, man, what are you doin here?
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| Oh, la la la, de de da
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| La la, de de da da da Chorus |