Zamboni Man
by BJ Premore
[parody of Piano Man by Billy Joel]

Annotated lyrics to Zamboni Man (follow links for annotations), side-by-side with Piano Man lyrics.


Zamboni Man Piano Man
It’s five o’clock on a Saturday It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday
In two hours the game will begin The regular crowd shuffles in
There’s a moron in line just ahead of me There’s an old man sitting next to me
Letting hundreds of people cut in Making love to his tonic and gin
Then along comes a man with a squeaky voice He says, “Son can you play me a memory
“Fifty/fifty,” he yells out to me I’m not really sure how it goes
So I cover my ears But it’s sad and it’s sweet
To block out his cheers And I knew it complete
And think about what’s soon to be When I wore a younger man’s clothes”
Clean off the ice, you Zamboni Man Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
Clean it off now, do it right Sing us a song tonight
‘Cause we’re all in the mood for a hockey game Well we’re all in the mood for a melody
We don’t wanna be here all night And you’ve got us feeling alright
Now finally the line started movin’ up Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
I showed the old man my ID He gets me my drinks for free
I was quick on my feet so I got a good seat And he’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
Right near where the Pep Band would be But there’s someplace that he’d rather be
I said, “Gosh, there’s a lot of seats empty here” He says, “Bill, I believe this is killing me”
And I looked where that long line had been As a smile ran away from his face
Why don’t I just come back at six o’clock? “Well, I’m sure that I could be a movie star
There won’t be a Goddamned line then If I could get out of this place”
Clean of the ice, you Zamboni Man Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
I’m in the stands watching you Sing us a song tonight
‘Cause I’m waiting right here for the hockey game Well we’re all in the mood for a melody
And I’ve got nothin’ better to do And you’ve got us feeling alright
Now it’s time for the opening faceoff Now Paul is a real estate novelist
I knock some guy down just to see Who never had time for a wife
And I turn to they’re goalie–he looks kinda holey And he’s talking with Davy who’s still in the Navy
And he seems like a doofus to me And probably will be for life
And the game it begins with a drumroll And the waittress is practicing politics
You can tell this one won’t be a bore As the businessman slowly gets stoned
But we don’t think they know what they’re doing Yes they’re sharing a drink they call loneliness
So we tell them to skate, shoot and score But it’s better than drinking alone
Get off the ice, you Zamboni Man Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
Get the hell out of my sight Sing us a song tonight
‘Cause we’re all in the mood for a hockey game Well we’re all in the mood for a melody
And maybe, just maybe, a fight And you’ve got us feeling alriight
There’s a pretty good crowd all around me now It’s a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
To my left is the Burger King Band And the manager gives me a smile
They’re all acting like freaks, those pencil-necked geeks ‘Cause he knows that it’s me they’ve been coming to see
Singing chants that I don’t understand To forget about life for awhile
And the air, it echoes profanity And the piano sounds like a carnival
And the ref makes another bad call And the microphone smells like a bar
And this game is a bore, we’re losing by four And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
Why couldn’t there just be a brawl? And say “Man, what are you doing here?”
Clean up the ice, you Zamboni Man Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
There’s nothing to watch anymore Sing us a song tonight
I’ve wasted away the best part of a day Well we’re all in the mood for a melody
And our hockey team can’t even score And you’ve got us feeling alright

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