| It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday
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| The regular crowd shuffles in
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| There’s an old man sitting next to me
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| Makin' love to his tonic and gin
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| He says, «Son, can you play me a memory?
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| 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
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| When I wore a younger man’s clothes»
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| La, la, la, de, de, da
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| La, la, de, de, da, da, da
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| Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
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| Sing us a song tonight
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| Well, we’re all in the mood for a melody
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| And you’ve got us feelin' alright
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| Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
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| He gets me my drinks for free
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| And he’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
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| But there’s someplace that he’d rather be
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| And the waitress is practicing politics
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| As the businessman slowly get stoned
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| Yes, they’re sharing a drink they call loneliness
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| But it’s better than drinkin' alone
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| Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
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| Sing us a song tonight
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| Well, we’re all in the mood for a melody
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| And you’ve got us feelin' alright
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| It’s a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
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| And the manager gives me a smile
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| 'Cause he knows that it’s me they’ve been comin' to see
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| To forget about life for a while
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| And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
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| And the microphone smells like a beer
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| And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
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| And say, «Man, what are you doin' here?»
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| Oh, la, la, la, de, de, da
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| La, la, de, de, da, da, da
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| Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
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| Sing us a song tonight
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| Well, we’re all in the mood for a melody
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| And you’ve got us feelin' alright |