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 the feelin' all right.

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 a light
up your smoke
But there's someplace he'd rather be.

He says, "Bill, I believe this is killling
me."
As the smile runs away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie
star,
If I could get outta this place."

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