Lyrics:

It2s 9 o2clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in
There2s an old man sitting next to me, makin2 love to his tonic and gin
He says: 'Son can you play me a melody, I2m not really sure how it goes
But It2s sad and it2s sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man2s clothes'

[chorus:]
Sing us a song you2re the piano man, sing us a song tonight
Well we2re all in the mood for a melody, and you2ve got us feelin2 alright

Now John at the bar he2s a friend of mine, he gets me my drinks for free
And he2s quick with a joke, or to light up your smoke but there2s someplace that he2d rather be
He says: 'Bill I believe oh this is killing me' as a smile ran away from his face,
'But I2m 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 he2s talkin2 with Davy who2s still in the navy, and probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics, as the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes they2re sharing a drink they call loneliness, but it2s better than drinkin2 alone

[chorus]

It2s a pretty good crowd for a Saturday, and the manager gives me a smile
2cause he knows that it2s me they2ve been comin2 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 doin2 here?'

[chorus]