stay written, and remembered,
and played.
Here's one in particular.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today,
ma 'am.
Maxwell, what did you say?
I said Miss Otis regrets she's
unable to lunch today.
And why can't she?
She's sorry to be delayed.
But last evening down in
Lover's Lane she strayed.
I don't know, madam,
but Miss Otis regrets
she's unable to lunch today.
Maxwell. Yes, madam.
What happened?
When she woke up and found
that her dream of love was gone, madam,
She ran to the man who led
her so far astray.
Silly girl.
And from under her velvet gown,
she drew a gun
and shot her lover down,
madam.
She should never wear velvet.
Nevertheless, Miss Otis re grets
Yes, she's unable to lunch.
Yes. Maxwell. Please don't snap,
All right. Thank you.
Were there any repercussions?
When the mob came
and got her
and dragged her from the jail,
madam.
The mob? The jail?
They strung her up on the
old willow
across the way.
Frightened, they messaged her.
And the moment before she died...
Died?
She lifted up her lovely head and cried.
What did she say?
Miss Otis regrets she's funny.
I'll be there
For those who may be familiar
with this annual onslaught of
ours
An evening with, another evening with
This is about the spot
where I go into nostalgia -ville
I mean, a sequence of
songs
I've been identified
with through the years.
People have kindly asked me
to do some more of these,
which we didn't have time for in previous evenings with, and I'm very happy to do that, but tonight,
first, I'd like to try a number I'm not identified with.
This one, simply because I like it so much,
another one of Cole Porter's.
Mrs. Lousborough
Goodby gives weekends,
and her weekends are not a success,
but she asks you so often,
you finally soften and end
by answering yes.
When I left Mr s. Lousborough Goodby's,
the letter I wrote was polite,
but it would have been bliss
had I dared write her this,
the letter I wanted to write.
Thank you so much,
Mrs. Lousborough Goodby.
Thank you so much.
Thank you so much
for that infinite weekend with you.
Thank you a lot,
Mrs. Lousborough Goodby.
Thank you a lot.
And don't be surprised if you sud
denly should be quietly shocked.
For the clinging perfume
and that damp little room.
For those cocktails so hot
and the bath that was not.
for those guests so amusing
and mentally bracing
who talked about racing
and racing and racing.
For the taumain I got
from your famous pink salmon,
for the fortune I lost
when you taught me backgammon,
for those mornings I spent
with your talkative mother,
and those evenings I passed
with that bounder,
your brother,
and for making me swear
to myself there and then
Never to go for a weekend again.
Thank you so much,
Mrs. Lousborough Goodby.
Thank you, thank you so much.