Bill I believe this is killing me It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sittin' next to me Makin' love his tonic and gin He says "Son can you play memory? I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad sweet I knew complete When wore younger man's clothes" La la-la di-di-da La-la da-dum Sing us song you're the piano song tonight Well we're all mood for melody And you've got feelin' alright Now John at bar is friend of mine gets my drinks free he's quick with joke or light up your smoke there's some place that he'd rather be As smile ran away from face "Well could movie star If get out this place" Oh la Paul real estate novelist Who never had time wife talkin' Davy who's still navy probably will life waitress practicing politics businessmen slowly stoned Yes they're sharing drink they call loneliness better than drinkin' alone pretty good manager gives 'Cause he knows they've been comin' see To forget about while piano sounds like carnival microphone smells beer sit put bread jar say what are doin' here?