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 someplace 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 de-de da La-la de-de da da-da It's nine o'clock on a saturday 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 de-de da La-la de-de da da-da
He just thinks they 'never had time for a wife' or will 'always be in the Navy.' Per the lyrics, the bar seems to be exclusively occupied by mildly depressed gay men but Billy is oblivious.
