In some dive or cabaret
where music reigns at end of day
And you escape your shopper office
looking for a candle's office
Listening to some troubadour
who wears his heart upon
his sleeve
Come forget your daily grind
and leave the humdrum world behind
By reeling from the sad laments
of worldly -wise tuxedo gents
Or empathize with rhinestone divas
spinning webs of fantasy
and make -believe
Harold, Arlen, Johnny, Mercer,
George and Dira
for a verse or two
Then add some Kern or Porter,
Berlin might be in order
Nothing beats these masters
weaving word s
you can't remember when you leave
Am I blue or what?
Aren't you feeling hot?
Got the patter,
so what's the matter
if I sing a love song
in every spot?
Let me sing a soaring melody
that draws you close to me
While I bemoan my
lonely one and only
Songs that ring of infidelity
Just sound so swell to me
No point in window dressing, be depressing
I love music dark and dreary,
so to find a song that's cheery
is n't always easy,
can't be breezy while complaining
of the broken heart remaining from some
sad an d twisted devil of a pair
Tune and lyrics die together
when I'm wailing stormy weather
An d my funny valentines
and spring is here,
the pain's divine
I can't help loving that man
and I'll never smile again
So why do I care?
Have a drink and eat your salad,
I'll sing ballad after ballad
While your forks are clinking,
I'll be thinking of what I'd be drinking
If I hadn't said the stinking lyric
for the holiday full strings you