It's doo-wop day in 356-land!
This is the number one, undisputed champion song of songs I sing in the shower, and my wife probably despises me and Billy Joel for this. It is, bar none, the most deliriously fun song to sing!
How dare Billy Joel write melodies that balance such prime challenge with slicker than slick chord navigations? How dare he combine so many satisfying modes - the gay finesse of the verses, the driving release of the choruses, and the touch-and-go delicacy of the minor chord modulations in the middle bridge???
My only regret is that, alone in my singing chamber, I have to get those little backing falsettos by myself then rush back to the vocal melody proper. It undoubtedly sounds super obnoxious doing all of that impossibly alone, probably second in obnoxiousness only to people who try to sing accurately along with the entire middle of "Bohemian Rhapsody." Sometimes I hear Jill wander into the bathroom, she feels charitable and throws in a harmony, and together we take the number all the way through to the end. That's love.
We chuckle, and then she tells me I'm wasting water.