Piano Man – Billy Joel


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It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, …   the Regular crowd shuffles in,

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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?    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, when I wore a younger man's clothes"


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La la la, de de da,     …    La la, de de da da        dum

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Sing us a song, you're the piano man. … Sing us a song tonight

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Well, we're all in the mood for a melody, … and you've got us feelin' alright

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Now John at the bar is a friend of mine. … He gets me my drinks for free.
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He's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke, but there's someplace that he'd rather be.
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He says, "bill, I believe this is killing me."…  As the smile ran away from his face.
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"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star, …if I could get out of this place"

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Now Paul is a real estate novelist … who never had time for a wife
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And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the navy, and probably will be for life

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And the waitress is practicing politics, …  as the businessmen slowly get stoned
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Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness, … but it's better than drinkin' alone

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It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday, … and the manager gives me a smile
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'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see to forget about life for a while

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And the piano, it sounds like a carnival, … and the microphone smells like a beer.
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As they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar, and say, "Man, what are you doin' here."

Chorus                                                                                                     Prepared by Mike Martin