Piano Man vs. Model Man

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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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?
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
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