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| Topic: Piano Man: narrated version | |
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 O.K., see, it's, like, 9 O'clock on a Saturday, right? ...and the regular crowd,...well, they're shufflin' in...you see? 
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...and there's this old man, right? He's sittin' next to me, O.K.?...best I can describe it, he's really diggin' that tonic and gin, man!
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and there's an old man sittin' next to me- makin love to his tonic and...gin....
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...cuz he's practically, lile, makin' love to it, man...
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...but, dig, he's not stickin' his peen in it or anything, see? ...It's, like, ...a metaphor, dig?
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So this old guy says to me..." Son, can you play me a memory...", right? Like, he's not really sure how it goes, see? ...but he said "it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete when he wore a younger man's clothes", O.K.?
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...but I'm thinkin' "Dude...out of the MILLIONS of songs ya' want me to quess"?! But I don't say this. Instead I say "La la la...diddy la...."
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...but I'm thinkin' "Dude...out of the MILLIONS of songs ya' want me to quess"?! But I don't say this. Instead I say "La la la...diddy la...."
 Ya got a lady in your pic.Congrats
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...but I'm thinkin' "Dude...out of the MILLIONS of songs ya' want me to quess"?! But I don't say this. Instead I say "La la la...diddy la...."
Ya got a lady in your pic.Congrats
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I assume ya'll know the chorus, right? Help me out here!
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Holly! Help me out here!!! You know the chorus, right? C'mon...Mingle chorus.... It's Tuesday dammit!
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Edited by
boredinaz06
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Tue 01/26/10 06:13 PM
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I'd prefer it done by Scar Face, It's nine O' clock on a ****in Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in. There's this dick head sitting next to me, ****ing hispanic and ****, **** you. He says Play me a ****ing melody, not very sure how it goes. But its sad and its sweet and I new it complete, when I didn't have this **** up my nose. |
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That'll work for now.
Now, John at the bar,...well he's a friend of mine, see? ...and, dig this?!....he gets me my drinks for free...
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John...he's a funny guy, right? He's real quick with a joke, and he'll light up yr smoke , but I know better. John isn't happy. I know cuz' he told me. Guess what he told me?
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He said "Bill (my name is Bill...) I believe this is killin' me..." and the smile practically ran from his face. Yea...it ran. Literally ran from his face, man.
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He said "I believe I could be a movie star", right? But if only he could get outta' that place.
I had to suppress a violent urge to giggle  , see...cuz' EVERY bartender in New York wants to be a movie star, dig!?
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O.K., this cat named Paul...claims he's a real-estate novelist. I'm thinkin' "What the hell is a real-estate novelist?" Does he write novels about real-estate? Does he sell real-estate AND write novels? I'm confused, man.
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...well anyway, he never had time for a wife, dig? Cuz' real-estate novelists are too busy I guess...
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..and I don't really care what ya' think, O.K.? Cuz' I'm seein' this song through to the bitter end, man.
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Well, Paul, he's talkin' with Davey who's still in the Navy (we call him Navy Davey)...and he'll probably be there for life, man.
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