Billy Joel - 70s
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It's nine o' clock on a Saturday, |
The regular crowd shuffles in. |
And 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...." |
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Now John at the bar is a friend of mine, |
He get's me my drinks for free. |
And he's quick with a joke, or a light up your smoke, |
But there's someplace that he'd rather be. |
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me," |
As a 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 |
Now Paul is a real estate novelist, |
who never had time for a wife. |
And he's talking with Davy, who's still in the Navy, |
and probably will be for life. |
And the waitress is practicing politics |
As the business men slowly get stoned. |
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness, |
but it's better than drinking alone |
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday, |
And the manager gives me a smile, |
Cuz he knows that it's me they've been coming to see |
to forget about life for a while. |
And the piano it sounds like a carnival, |
And the microphone smells like a beer. |
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar, |
And say, "Man, what are you doing here?" |
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