| It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, | ... | nine | ... | ten |
| The regular crowd in. | | shuffle | | shuffles |
| There's an man sitting next to me | | old | | young |
| Makin' love to his tonic and gin. | | | | |
| . | | | | |
| He , "Son, can you play me a memory, | | say | | says |
| I'm not really sure how it | | go | | goes |
| But it's sad and sweet and I knew it complete | | it's (X2) | | its (X2) |
| When I wore a younger 's clothes." | | child | | man |
| . | | | | |
| Chorus | | | | |
| Sing us a song, the piano man, | | you're | | your |
| Sing us a song . | | all night | | tonight |
| Well, all in the mood for a melody, | | we are | | we're |
| And you us feelin' alright. | | have | | 've got |
| XXX | | | | |
| Now John at the bar a friend of mine. | ... | is | ... | isn't |
| He me my drinks for free | | get | | gets |
| And quick with a joke or to light up your smoke, | | he's | | his |
| But there's some place that he'd rather . | | be | | is |
| XXX | | | | |
| He says, "Bill, I this is killing me," | | believe | | belives |
| As the ran away from his face. | | laugh | | smile |
| "Well sure that I could be a movie star, | | I am | | I'm |
| If I could out of this place". | | get | | gets. |
| ... | | | | |
| Now Paul a real estate novelist | | is | | works as |
| Who never had time for a , | | son | | wife |
| And he's with Davy, who's still in the Navy, | | speaking | | talking |
| And probably will be for life. | | | | |
| . | | | | |
| And the waitress is politics | | practicing | | talking |
| As the businessmen slowly get stoned. | | | | |
| Yes, they're a drink they call loneliness, | | having | | sharing |
| But it's better than alone. | | drinking | | talking |
| . | | | | |
| Repeat chorus | | | | |
| ... | | | | |
| It's a pretty crowd for a Saturday, | | bad | | good |
| And the manager me a smile, | | gives | | is giving |
| 'Cause he that it's me they've been comin' to see | | says | | knows |
| To about life for a while. | | remember | | forget |
| . | | | | |
| And the piano like a carnival, | | sounds | | plays |
| And the microphone like a beer | | is | | smells |
| And they at the bar and put bread in my jar | | are | | sit |
| And say, "Man, what you here?" | | do/do | | are/doing |
| ... | | | | |
| Repeat chorus | | | | |