In what has come to be one of his trademark songs, “Piano Man” draws upon Joel’s experience as a bar pianist at The Executive Room in LA to tell the story of a typical night at the bar, and all of the loneliness which that entails. Paul was a real estate agent who wanted to write the great American novel. [Verse 4] Because ever since I met you, things have been kind of different. Sing us a song tonight But there's someplace that he'd rather be La-la, di-dee-da, da-dum When I wore a younger man's clothes" [Verse 1] Your heartbeat to my ear, the slow rhythmic sound of your breathing, keeps me sane, you keep me sane. It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday This city feels like it's closing in, don't feel belongingness I used to hold with me The same things that gave me joy are failing me now and although I'm thankful for this city giving me a voice, I'll forever be lost here. And the manager gives me a smile And the piano, it sounds like a carnival He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me." Piano Man Lyrics: It's nine o'clock on a Saturday / The regular crowd shuffles in / There's an old man sittin' next to me / Makin' love to his tonic and gin / He says, "Son, can you play me a memory So I keep you at arm's length and let you go But I don't wanna give you away Yeah I keep you at arm's length and let you go But only if you promise to stay . by Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Cast (Ft. Santino Fontana). Oh, la, la-la, di-dee-da This same old routine is slowly killing me. Killing me, killing me / Killing me slowly / I built these walls to hide my ghosts / Your fingers trace the wounds exposed / I try and try to let you in [Piano Solo] "Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star La-la, di-dee-da, da-dum Being up in the clouds, floating further and further away. So I need to leave. I did that for about six months, and while I was doing the gig, I got to write a song about it — this is a real slice-of-life song. Written after his first album Cold Spring Harbor tanked (it did not chart originally on release), “Piano Man” was Joel’s first of many hits. Makin' love to his tonic and gin Expiration date As the smile ran away from his face Killing me / This city feels like it's closing in, don't feel belongingness I used to hold with me / The same faces are tired, worn out and disinterested. Going some place else with you, every single day. And I don't want it to kill anyone else. The lines you trace on my skin, I always feel them. And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the Navy This city is killing me, its killing me It's killing me. Killing me I fantasize about flying away The song is considered a classic by many, and comes with its fair share of interesting facts. The reasons to stay here have been slowly dwindling and call me selfish but im drowning here. It's killing me. [Verse 3] And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar, Ode to a Superhero by "Weird Al" Yankovic, What'll It Be? [Refrain] Expiration date Oh, la, la-la, di-dee-da It's nothing compared to you. And you've got us feeling alright Who never had time for a wife I'm not really sure how it goes And the microphone smells like a beer The term in itself means nothing. Killing me softly with this song, Killing me softly with this song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song. Theres no beauty in these streets, they are killing me. [Chorus] [Refrain] photo. But it's better than drinkin' alone Killing me Lyrics to 'Killing Me Slowly' by Bad Wolves. Although this city is taking my head, I don't want it to take you, but this city is killing me. And you've got us feeling alright 'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see And the waitress is practicing politics Well, we're all in the mood for a melody The same faces are tired, worn out and disinterested. Lyrics to 'Killing Me Softly' by The Fugees: Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words There's no beauty in these streets, they are killing me Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight I'm numb / Coming from the left side of / Something that Is less than love / No painting a portrait of... us / I know / There's nothing left to show If I could get out of this place" I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd, I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud. [Instrumental Outro]. Killing Me Slowly - lyrics B Bad Wolves N.A.T.I.O.N.