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"
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
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?"
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