Mr. Piano Man

Play us a song, Mr. Piano Man.
Tap the ebony and ivory with
Those docile digits of yours, Mr. Piano Man.
'Cause your stage-time is slipping and we need that tune.

Turn down the lights and adjust
The speakers, for the show is just beginning.
Play us a song, Mr. Piano Man,
Oh please, play us a song.

Those notes of yours are dancing
And playing around you,
Cheerful and blissful and unaware
Of their much-too-soon deaths.

Keep playing that song, Mr. Piano Man.
Don't stop till you've reached your end.
Stay away from the concept of murder;
Keep back from the pure weakness of "The End."

Play us a song, Mr. Piano Man.
Tap the ebony and ivory with
Those docile digits of yours, Mr. Piano Man.
'Cause your stage-time is slipping and we need that tune.

You don't deserve such a lonely place, Mr. Piano Man.
The spotlights may hit you but you're still by yourself
With only your instrument as company...
Keep hitting those keys, Mr. Piano Man.

Don't cease it now!
Don't take your final bow!
The show has only begun!
And the lights flicker on, the audience applauds, and you take your leave.

Mr. Piano Man, Mr. Piano Man, please come back.
An encore? A wave? A joke?
Stay with your only friend, sir;
He's all by himself too.

Play us another song, Mr. Piano Man.
Tap the ebony and ivory with
Those docile digits of yours once more, Mr. Piano Man.
'Cause your stage-time is gone and we need that sweet, sweet tune again.