What's the matter with the songs he's singin'
Can't you tell that they're pretty lame
After listenin' to a couple albums

Well, they all start to sound the same

So he tried to change his musical style

He tossed all his ballads in the circular file
Then he found the punk sound
Breakin' ground all around

It's still Billy Joel to me

What's the matter with the tune he's writin'

Well, you know it's gonna be a smash
It's so nice when you're a big name artist
Doesn't matter if it sounds like trash


Now everybody thinks the new wave is super
Just ask Linda Ronstadt or even Alice Cooper

It's a big hit, isn't it
Even if it's a piece of junk
It's still Billy Joel to me


Woah, it doesn't matter what the critics say about him
'Cause he doesn't worry how they feel

When you're record's sellin' millions and it's goin' triple platinum
You don't worry 'bout your next meal
'Cause money is no big deal


Maybe he should dye his hair bright pink
And stick a safety pin through his cheeks

Then he'd really fit the new wave image
But he couldn't sit down for weeks


Don't you know about the record business, honey
You gotta be trendy if you wanna make some money
Now everybody's sayin' that he sure sounds funny

But it's still Billy Joel to me

All right, Alfred

Oh

I can hardly wait 'til his next album

Well, I'll bet it's gonna be the rage
Buy a ticket to his next big concert
Well, I wonder what he'll do on stage


It might be disco and it might be the blues
Or maybe even somethin' like the B-52's

Just a handclap, finger snap
Even if it's mindless pap
It's still Billy Joel to me


Everybody's sayin' that he sure sounds funny
But it's still Billy Joel to me