It’s Nine O’Clock On A Saturday The Regular Crowd

Shuffles In There’s An Old Man Sitting Next To Me Makin Love To His Tonic And Gin. He Says “ Son Can You Play Me A Memory I’m Not Really Sure How It Goes, But It’s Sad And It’s Sweet And I Knew It Complete When I Wore A Younger Man’s Clothes”. Sing Us A Song You’re The Piano Man, Sing Us A Song Tonight Well, We’re All In The Mood For A Melody And You’ve Got Us Feelin Alright