Piano Man, from the Bartender's POV

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
When the piano guy finally clocks in
He's late again to his shift tonight
And he's reeking of tonic and gin

A customer just asked for a melody
An easy one everyone knows
Even I could bluff through it
But this dumbass blew it
Bet he doesn't even know how it goes

He's singing
La, la-la, di-dee-da
La-la, di-dee-da, da-dum

Just play the damn songs, you're the piano man
Sing us a song alright?
Stop being weird at the customers
And maybe sober up for a night

Now don't get me wrong, he's a friend of mine
But one time I let him drink free
And now he expects it, and if I reject it
There's someplace that he'd rather be
He says "John, I believe this is killing me,"
Even though that isn't my name
"Well I'm sure that I could be a rockstar
And get money and bitches and fame"

La, la-la, di-dee-da
La-la, di-dee-da, da-dum

Look, Billy, stop messing with Paul, man
He's a twice-married twice divorcee.
And so what if Davy is still in the Navy?
He's gay, and he likes it at sea.

Dude, stop offering edibles to wait staff!
Do you WANT to get H.R. involved??
I don't care that you're "drowning in loneliness"
It's your own fault that you're all alone.

Just play the damn songs, you're the piano man
Sing us a song alright?
Stop being weird at the customers
And maybe sober up for a night

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