It’s nine oclock on a Saturday
The regular crowd Twitters on
There’s an old man sitting next to me
Eating his soup and wonton
He says, son, that’s the iphone, right, isn’t it?
I read about it in the news
Sure, its hip and it’s cute but for me it’s all moot
Since I wear such an older man’s shoes
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus:
Write me a post, you’re the blogger man
Write me a post tonight
We’re all in the mood for a storyline
And you’re sitting in Hunan Delight
Now Chen at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my eggrolls for free
And he always serves me and he refills my tea
But there’s someplace that he’d rather be
He says, Neil, I believe this is killing me.
As he serves me my moo goo gai pan
I know I can do online marketing
If I just moved myself to San Fran
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Now Raj is a unemployed novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he’s talkin’ with his sis, who’s still on her thesis
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is studying medicine
As the old man examines my phone
Yes, we’re all in a restaurant called loneliness
But it’s better than eatin’ alone
Chorus:
Write me a post, you’re the blogger man
Write me a post tonight
Well, were all in the mood for a storyline
And you’re sitting in Hunan Delight
Come over and watch Ghost Town with me.
What a poet you are!
You crack me up. The most entertainment I’ve had all day.
Killer. I love it.
Well I’ve come out for American fare
But I’ve spent my time on the drink
So what I wouldn’t give for a melody
Along with some guy who might make me think.
But I got that man over there with blood in his hair
I think he came in off the street
And Jewel gave him fuel for his empty stare
He’ll be dead in a week
He says, “Laura, I believe life is killing me
I might be a mental caseâ€
Omigod, this poor man is hitting on me
I gotta get outta this place.
Lat diddy da diddy da
La diddy da diddy da da da
So I leave the Rusty Angel
And Jewel behind the bar
And Sam the man with blood in his hair
Sits down and puts bread in her jar
And says, ma’am, what are you doing later?
I might have time for a wife
But he’s secretly a woman hater
And he’s packing a surgical knife
Lat diddy da diddy da
La diddy da diddy da da da
Chorus:
Write me a post, you’re the blogger man
Write me a post tonight
We’re all in the mood for a storyline
But you’re sitting in Hunan Delight
So I really did have a couple of drinks at the Rusty Angel and I’m too sleepy to continue., maybe some one else could jump in. Loved your verses, Neil. Alot more fun than Sam at the restaurant.
Truly brilliant, Neil.
Brilliant and sad at the same time.
Hope the weekend will only get better, Neil.
I loved this. You make me smile Neil. I love the way your brain works!
i always loved billy joel, can’t remember the last new thing i’ve heard from him though.
the one thing i couldn’t do while i was reading this, was just read it, i had to sing it in my head.
I like your version way better than Billy’s.
OK, I don’t even know where to start.
Yes I do: BLOG CRUSH OF THE DAY! WOOOOHOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Your voice message was so awesome. You sound a lot like my Grandpa Freddy only 50 years younger and mated with Darth Vadar. (Very sexy voice, despite what my description may have implied.) What a way to wake up! I was lying here feeling sorry for myself on my first morning back in Wisconsin, just moping and examining my arms for new moles, when your voice message popped into my inbox. I love the way you’ve decided to do your Blog Crushes this year, you seriously made me feel like a million bucks, seriously.
And then I get here and see this awesome post and I’m reminded for the 23434th time why I come here and why I always will.
You are awesome. Thank you.
yes, but what message did your fortune cookie have for you??
Clapping and smiling. But I hope you weren’t terribly lonely last night.
Our three sons wanted to watch West Side Story last night (long story) so we watched it. I told Chris to pretend he was Tony, and I would be Maria. He wouldn’t play along very well. I even had to sing his parts. *sigh* I made up my own lyrics to West Side Story songs last night and tried to perform them for my sons and husband. They found it irritating.
I adore your version of Billy Joel’s Piano Man. Rock on Blogger Man.
Neil, you are so very clever, but sad too. I wish I lived closer so I could be your real time friend and coach you in happiness.
Bottle of Red (Bull)
Bottle of Sprite
Perhaps a bottle of Cafe (Americano) instead
Meet you any time you want
In our social media restaurant
Awesome! Thanks for the laugh.
NICE!! good to see billy joel continues to inspire. now if only someone can inspire him to write some decent music again.
You’re some kind of genius.
Heh heh heh … just what I needed to leaven my day.
Fantastic, Neil! You’re gifted. Glad I stopped by.
Oh lord, too funny.
When you & Elton John go on tour, do we all get comped?
Brilliant. But, now I have that song in my head.
MAN! now this is stuck in my head!
Charming!
Nicely done.
Now do Zeppelin.
most excellent, good sire.
Sitting in the cafe, laughing my ass off. I especially love the second stanza, about the old man and the iPhone.
Nice. Very funny.
HA!
I am the Hunan master. Did you download the app?
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Nice work.
This is why you’re my blog crush every day. Seriously. Most original guy on the internets babe. XO
I love Billy Joel, so I enjoyed this post. And you know me; I NEVER give compliments.