Billy Joel the Prophet

-Denise

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3 Responses to Billy Joel the Prophet

  1. AlphaDelta 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
    America, this once younger man used to know.

  2. Brian says:

    Ah?
    How…Wha…FORK ME, BUT THIS ONE IS BRILLIANT!

  3. nobody says:

    It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday
    the regular crowd shuffles in
    There’s an old man sitting next to me
    Makin’ love to his tonic and gin
    He say, 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
    Da da da de de da
    da da de de da da da
    Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
    sing us a song tonight
    Well, we’re all in the mood for a melody
    And you’ve got us feelin’ alright
    Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
    He gets me my drinks for free
    And he’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
    But there’s someplace that he’d rather be
    He says Bill, I believe this is killing me
    As the 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
    Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
    sing us a song tonight
    Well, we’re all in the mood for a melody
    And you’ve got us feelin’ alright
    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 businessmen 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
    ‘Cause he knows that it’s me they’ve been coming to see
    To forget about life for awhile.
    And the piano 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 doin’ here?”
    Da da da de de da
    da da de de da da da
    Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
    Sing us a song tonight.
    Well, we’re all in the mood for a melody
    And you’ve got us feelin’ alright.

Play nice.