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
If I wore a younger man's clothes.

La la la didi dah...
La la la didi dah, da dum.

Sing us a song, you're the piano man,
Sing us a song tonite
Yes, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us singing all right.

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke and he'll light up a smoke
But there's some place where he'd rather be.

He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me,"
As a smile ran away from his face,
"And I know that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place."

La la la didi dah, 
La la la didi dah, da dum.

Now Paul is a real estate manager
Who'll never have 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 businessman slowly gets 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
'Cuz they know that it's me they've been coming to see
To 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 are you doing here?"

Sing us a song, you're the piano man,
Sing us a song tonite
Yes, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us singing all right.