~*Bar at the End of the Street*~

This lady sings the blues

Aren't you glad you were around

To catch the show?

Fireworks, raindrops and all

That's what's setting her face aglow.

Underneath that proud young

Ex-te-ri-or,

Beats, somewhere, a heart of gold

Or copper maybe

(The price of gold went down today)

Don't you want to shake her hand?

Before the maître d' puts up the chair

And the stage is cold once more

Listen to that mournful blue piano

No gayer than she

Still waiting for her prince to come

Someday

Somewhere over the rainbow

Until then

It's piano and I

And two or three others

Lingering over their glasses of scotch

Before it's time to go home.