It's nine o' clock on a Saturday Regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me Making love to his tonic and gin. - Billy Joel

You have to learn to pace yourself.
Pressure.
You're just like everybody else.
Pressure.
You've only had to run so far,
So good.
But you will come to a place
Where the only thing you feel
Are loaded guns in your face.
And you'll have to deal with
Pressure.

Tell her about it
Let her know how much you care
When she can't be with you
Tell her you wish you were there.
Tell her about it.
Every day before you leave
Pay her some attention
Give her something to believe.

I've seen those big machines come rolling through the quiet pines.
Blue suits and bankers with their Volvos and their valentines.
Give us this day our daily discount outlet merchandise.
Raise up a multiplex and we will make a sacrifice.
Now we're gonna get the big business.
Now we're gonna get the real thing.
Everybody's all excited about it.