Piano Man
It's nine o'clock on a Sunday
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?
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""
La la la, de de da
La la la, de de da da da
And sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
He never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davi who's still in the navy
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
And a businessman slowly get stoned
They're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Just sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
It's a damn good crowd for a Sunday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause she knows that it's me you're comin' to see
Let's forget about life for a while
And 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 say, ""Man, what the hell you are doin' here?""
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
And sing us a song, you're the piano man
Just sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Are you feeling alright?
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Piano Man
It's nine o'clock on a Sunday
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?
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""
La la la, de de da
La la la, de de da da da
And sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
He never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davi who's still in the navy
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
And a businessman slowly get stoned
They're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Just sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
It's a damn good crowd for a Sunday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause she knows that it's me you're comin' to see
Let's forget about life for a while
And 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 say, ""Man, what the hell you are doin' here?""
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
And sing us a song, you're the piano man
Just sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Are you feeling alright?
It's nine o'clock on a Sunday
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?
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""
La la la, de de da
La la la, de de da da da
And sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
He never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davi who's still in the navy
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
And a businessman slowly get stoned
They're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Just sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
It's a damn good crowd for a Sunday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause she knows that it's me you're comin' to see
Let's forget about life for a while
And 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 say, ""Man, what the hell you are doin' here?""
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
And sing us a song, you're the piano man
Just sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Are you feeling alright?
Writer: Billy Joel
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group