I seem to be hanging out
with a slightly older crowd these days.
Have you found that happening
in your lives as well?
It's amazing, isn't it? Well,
must be the more mature vision
that we're attracted to
or something, but anyhow,
they asked me whether I had ever noticed
how most love songs,
when you boil it right down,
are songs of yearning for that perfect
ideal union one has yet to make
with that perfect soul one has yet to meet,
but together with whom one is destined
to trip lightly down the path of life,
strewing rosebuds
along the way.
Baby, baby, baby.
Had I ever noticed that?
Well, yes, I said. Truth to tell,
I'd even written one or two of myself.
And here is, always pending
your agreement,
the first true life love song.
Not tonight, it's been a day
of deals gone down and bills to pay,
a lousy boss, a double cross,
and golden chances slipped away.
I'm tired, and so depressed.
I hid my eyes while you undressed.
It's been a long, day for me.
I'm tired, so not tonight.
Marie, not tonight.
Marie, hands are cold.
I almost feel I'm growing old.
A few less hairs, a need for chairs,
a dread of hearing fortunes told
Your lovely love, I'm proud to say
But please don't wear that negligee
You're lying much too close to me,
I'm tired
So not tonight, Marie
Oh, God, Marie, I've got no chance
You simply cast that sidelong glance
You scent the room with
sly perfume
And let your lovely fingers dance
Your lovely lingering fingernails
A heartless trick that never fails
Some night they won't get through to me
But not tonight, Marie
Not tonight, Marie
The full moon shines
I'm showing all the danger signs
To hell with rest I'll thump my chest
I'll swing across the room on vines
Marie, I don't care where or how
For Marie, you purely had it now
Some night you won't get through to me,
by God
But not tonight, Marie
Applause