Sitting down there at the old folks home crooning "White Christmas"
I got three hundred songs about Santa Claus under my fingers
Then down to the Crown hotel
Play till our heads hurt like hell
I'm asking myself
Who am I supposed to be?

But there's always somewhere to go
You're never gonna be lonely under the mistletoe
I thought I could be your man
But I'm just the pianoman at Christmas

There's always a new place to go to, just no one to go with
But when I strike up with old Nat King Cole, I'm the hеro till morning
While they rock around the tree
I can't shakе I feel so empty
I'm asking myself
Who am I supposed to be?

But there's always somewhere to go
You're never gonna be lonely under the mistletoe
I thought I could be your man
But I'm just the pianoman

Well, I've always been a loner with some songs in my back pocket
And a million bar room uprights couldn't bring me any solace
Will someone come and tell me
Who am I supposed to be?
I'm just trying to find my way through
Don't care about a saviour, just wanna hold on to you
I thought I could be your man
But I'm just the pianoman

Yeah, there's always somewhere to go
You're never gonna be lonely under the mistletoe
I thought I could be your man
But I'm always the pianoman at Christmas