It Will Be A Good Da

It ‘s nine o‘clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There‘s an old man sitting next to me
Makin‘ love to his tonic and gin
He says, "Son, can you play me a melody?
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
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 the 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
Now Paul is a real estate novelist