It's nine o'clock on a SaturdayThe regular crowd shuffles inThere's an old man sitting next to meMaking love to his tonic and ginHe says, "Son, can you play me a memory?I'm not really sure how it goesBut it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it completeWhen I wore a younger man's clothes"Sing us a song, you're the piano manSing us a song tonightWell, we're all in the mood for a melodyAnd you've got us feeling alrightNow John at the bar is a friend of mineHe gets me my drinks for freeAnd he's quick with a joke or to light up your smokeBut there's someplace that he'd rather beHe says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me"As a smile ran away from his face"Well, I'm sure that I could be a movie starIf I could get out of this place"Now Paul is a real estate novelistWho never had time for a wifeAnd he's talking with Davy, who's still in the NavyAnd probably will be for lifeAnd the waitress is practicing politicsAs the businessmen slowly get stonedYes, they're sharing a drink they call lonelinessBut it's better than drinking aloneSing us a song, you're the piano manSing us a song tonightWell, we're all in the mood for a melodyAnd you've got us feeling alrightIt's a pretty good crowd for a SaturdayAnd the manager gives me a smile'Cause he knows that it's me they've been coming to seeTo forget about life for a whileAnd the piano sounds like a carnivalAnd the microphone smells like a beerAnd they sit at the bar and put bread in my jarAnd say, "Man, what are you doing here?"Sing us a song, you're the piano manSing us a song tonightWell, we're all in the mood for a melodyAnd you've got us feeling alright
