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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 |
