Please Don’t Make Me Play Piano Man

Julian Velard - Pop, Musicals
Please Don’t Make Me Play Piano Man
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Duration: 4:42
Lyrics
[Verse 1] It's 11 o'clock on a Wednesday I'm badly in need of break There's a beautiful blonde singing next me She's making all kinds of mistakes She says "I heard this song once when I was 16 And I've loved it my whole life long It's my 21st birthday and I'm really drunk And everyone will sing along" [Refrain] Oh no, no, no, no, no Oh no, no, no, no, oh no [Chorus] Please don't make me play "Piano Man" 'Cause I've already played it five times tonight I don't expect you to understand But my hands are too sore And my heart is too tired To put up a fight [Verse 2] Tom at the bar has his face in his phonе He never rеmembers my name He pours the drinks while he clicks the links Searching for fortune and fame He says "Buddy, can you help me find someone online This pretty young thing I just met? She's a corporate lawyer from the Upper East Side Her dad's worth a billion, I bet" [Refrain] Oh no, no, no, no, no Oh no, no, no, no, oh no [Verse 3] Bob is in some kind of retail I think he sells secondhand clothes And he's talking with Tim or maybe it's Jim They've all been at my last three shows And the waitress is angry and miserable While the Jersey boys jump up and down They shout and they scream, they just do what they please 'Cause this is their night on the town [Chorus] Please don't make me play "Piano Man" 'Cause I've already played it five times tonight I don't expect you to understand But my hands are too sore And my heart is too tired To put up a fight [Verse 4] I'd say the bar's pretty empty But it's just your average Wednesday Billy Joel's rocking the Garden And is this place is four blocks away At 11:05 they come tumbling in They fill up their drinks and I fill up with fear 'Cause it cuts like a knife, I've sang it all my life Man, what am I doing here? [Refrain] Oh no, no, no, no, no Oh no, no, no, no, oh no [Chorus] Please don't make me play "Piano Man" 'Cause I've already played it five times tonight I don't expect you to understand But my hands are too sore And my heart is too tired To put up a fight
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Credits
- Writers
- Grant Black
- Julian Velard