Piano Girl

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday 

And the manager gives me a smile

'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see to forget about life for a while

And the piano, it sounds like a carnival

And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar

And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"

Sing us a song you're the piano girl
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you got us feeling alright