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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