text: can you sing us a song since you're the piano man?   well... it's 9 o'clock on a saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in, there's an old man sitting next to me. making 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 da da da dee da da...  sing us a song, you're the piano man. play us some music tonight. cause we're all in the mood of a melody and you've got us feeling alright.  la da da..........................  the guy at the bar is a friend of mine, he gives me my drinks for free. but i know there's somewhere that he'd rather be...  he says "bill i believe this is killing me," as the smile ran away from his face. "i know that i could be a movie star, if i could get out of this place."  la da da da da..........................  had enough yet? i love billy joel.