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It's nine oclock on a Saturday |
It's nine oclock on a Saturday |
The regular crowd shuffles in |
The regular tools on the mat |
There's an old man sitting next to me |
There's a Gundam laying next to me |
Makin' love to his tonic and gin |
With a head nowhere to find |
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He says, son, can you play me a memory? |
It says, man, can you build me a brand new head? |
I'm not really sure how it goes |
I'm not really sure where it goes |
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete |
But it's white and it's red and I knew it complete |
When I wore a younger man's clothes |
When I was shrink-wrapped and boxed |
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La la la, de de da |
La la la, de de da |
La la, de de da da da |
La la, de de da da da |
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Sing us a song, you're the piano man |
Build that Zaku, I'm the model man |
Sing us a song tonight |
Finish that Gouf tonight |
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody |
Well, I am in the mood for a Sazabi |
And you've got us feelin' alright |
Cause it's got me feelin' alright |
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Now John at the bar is a friend of mine |
Now I open a box, it's a King Tiger |
He gets me my drinks for free |
It came with a figure for free |
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke |
And I'm quick with a snap-fit to check with those seams |
But there's someplace that he'd rather be |
But there's a part that never fits |
He says, Bill, I believe this is killing me. |
I says, Jesus, I believe this is killing me. |
As the smile ran away from his face |
As the smile ran away from my face |
Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star |
Well I'm sure that it could be a masterpiece |
If I could get out of this place |
If it's not coming from Dragon |
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Oh, la la la, de de da |
Oh, la la la, de de da |
La la, de de da da da |
La la, de de da da da |
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Now Paul is a real estate novelist |
Now I'm try'n to build my old Tornado |
Who never had time for a wife |
I never had time for the wings |
And he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the Navy |
And I'm playin' with them, sweeping back and forth |
And probably will be for life |
And they are falling apart |
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And the waitress is practicing politics |
And those resin parts are soaking in Swipe |
As the businessmen slowly get stoned |
As the Mori Mori slowly get cured |
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness |
Yes, they're sharing a corner they call loneliness |
But it's better than drinkin' alone |
But it's better than being alone |
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Sing us a song, you're the piano man |
Build that jet plane, I'm the model man |
Sing us a song tonight |
Finish a tank tonight |
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody |
Well, I am in the mood for a Ferrari |
And you've got us feelin' alright |
Cause it's got me feelin' alright |
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It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday |
It's another fruitless night for a Saturday |
And the manager gives me a smile |
And the Gundam's laughing at me |
cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see |
cause he knows that it's me they've never get done |
To forget about life for a while |
only playing with them for a while |
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival |
And the Destiny, it sounds like an advocate |
And the microphone smells like a beer |
And the F-16s preach like judges |
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar |
And they sit on the shelf and point fingers at me |
And say, man, what are you doin' here? |
And say, man, what are you doin here? |
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Oh, la la la, de de da |
Oh, la la la, de de da |
La la, de de da da da |
La la, de de da da da |
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Sing us a song, you're the piano man |
Build that plamo, I'm the model man |
Sing us a song tonight |
Finish a kit tonight |
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody |
Well, I am in the mood for another one |
And you've got us feelin' alright |
Cause it's got me feelin' alright |
