text: Well...\nIt's 9 o'clock on a Saturday,\nThe regular crowd shuffles in,\nThere's an old man sitting next to me.\nMaking love, to his tonic and gin.\n\nHe says "Son can you play me a memory?\nI'm not really sure how it goes. \nBut it's sad and it's sweet,\nand I knew it complete,\nWhen I wore a younger man's clothes."\n\nLa da da da dee da da...\n\nSing us a song, you're the piano man.\nPlay us some music tonight.\nCause we're all in the mood of a melody\nAnd you've got us feeling alright.\n\nLa da da..........................\n\nThe guy at the bar is a friend of mine,\nhe gives me my drinks for free.\nBut I know there's somewhere that he'd rather be...\n\nHe says "Bill I believe this is killing me,"\nAs the smile ran away from his face.\n"I know that I could be a movie star,\nIf I could get out of this place."\n\nLa da da da da..........................\n\nHad enough yet? I love Billy Joel.