For the past five or six weeks, I've been carrying a CD or two in the car, switching them out occasionally. Today I started listening to Billy Joel's Greatest Hits, and of course this song was the first track.
I feel like each four lines is a poem of it's own - as if it was titled "Scenes From a Piano Bar".
I feel like each four lines is a poem of it's own - as if it was titled "Scenes From a Piano Bar".
| Piano Man | |
| It's nine o'clock on a Saturday | |
| The regular crowd shuffles in | |
| There's an old man sittin' next to me | |
| Makin' 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 | |
| When I wore a younger man's clothes" | |
| La, la-la, di-di-da | |
| La-la di-di-da da-dum | |
| Sing us a song, you're the piano man | |
| Sing us a song tonight | |
| Well, we're all in the mood for a melody | |
| And you've got us feelin' alright | |
| Now John at the bar is a friend of mine | |
| He gets me my drinks for free | |
| And he's quick with a joke, or to light up your smoke | |
| But there's some place that he'd rather be | |
| He 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 star | |
| If I could get out of this place | |
| Oh, la, la-la, di-di-da | |
| La-la di-di-da da-dum | |
| Now Paul is a real estate novelist | |
| Who never had time for a wife | |
| And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the navy | |
| And probably will be for life | |
| And the waitress is practicing politics | |
| As the businessmen slowly get stoned | |
| Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness | |
| But it's better than drinkin' alone | |
| Sing us the song, you're the piano man | |
| Sing us a song tonight | |
| Well, we're all in the mood for a melody | |
| And you've got us feelin' alright | |
| It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday | |
| And the manager gives me a smile | |
| Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' 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 doin' here? | |
| Oh, la, la-la, di-di-da | |
| La-la di-di-da da-dum | |
| Sing us the song, you're the piano man | |
| Sing us a song tonight | |
| Well, we're all in the mood for a melody | |
| And you've got us feelin' alright |
