Its quarter to three, theres no one in the place
Except you and me
So set em up joe, I got a little story
I think you should know
Were drinking my friend, to the end
Of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I know the routine, put another nickel
In the machine
I feel kind of bad, cant you make the music
Easy and sad
I could tell you a lot, but its not
In a gentlemans code
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Youd never know it, but buddy Im a kind of poet
And Ive got a lot of things Id like to say
And if Im gloomy, please listen to me
Till its talked away
Well thats how it goes, and joe I know your gettin
Anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didnt mind
My bending your ear
But this torch that I found, its gotta be drowned
Or its gonna explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
They don't write 'em like that any more...
- ND
3 comments:
Joey Bishop is dead. What a timely and fitting tribute.
The rest of the Rat Pack remain dead as well.
Anon.
I love Frankie. But Dino comes first in my heart. Also, there are additional/extending members of the Rat Pack, such as "the kid" - Shirley McClaine.
Alice:
Shirley has died many times. My post stands.
Anon.
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