I Am The Piano Man

It's 11.00pm on a Saturday,
all the regular drunks shuffle in,
there's and old man sitting next to me,
knocking down gin after gin.

He slurs son of a bitch play me a memory,
I have no idea of the tune,
I humor the drunk play a view notes,
as I know he will be passing out soon.

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Sing them a Song I am the piano man,
sing them a song tonight,
they all want to hear a melody,
tomorrow they won't remember a thing if my theory is right.

Now John he is a friend of mine,
gets me my weed for free,
he tells shit jokes, short changes drunken folks,
there is no other place he would rather be,
he says Bill I am making a fortune,
as a smile runs across his face,
soon I can tell boss man to fuck himself,
Finally I will be able to buy my own place.

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Now Paul is a regular,
has quiet a good romantic life,
he is talking to Davy, whose still in the navy,
and secretly nailing his wife.

The waitress is practicing being deaf,
as the businessmen holla  show us your tits,
back at the bar she spits in there drinks,
that's what they get for giving a women the shits.

Sing them a Song I am the piano man,
sing them a song tonight,
they all want to hear a melody,
tomorrow they won't remember a thing if my theory is right.

It's pretty wild crowd this Saturday,
the manager gives me a nod of the head,
you better play well, or I will send you to hell,
you will be as good as fucken dead.

The Piano sounds out of tune,
the microphone has fell on the floor,
all the regulars looked disgusted,
as they head on out the door.

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Sing them a Song I am the piano man,
but am not anymore,
I got my break in showbiz,
I am the guy at the theater opening the door.