Sinatra Saloon Medley

In the wee small hours of the morning

When the whole wide world is fast asleep

You lie awake and dream about the girl

And never, ever think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart has learned it's lesson

You'd be hers if only she'd call

In the wee small hours of the morning

That's the time you miss her most of all

It's quarter to three

There's no one in the place

Except you and me

So, set 'em up, Joe

I got a little story you oughta know

We're drinkin', 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

So put another nickel in the machine

I'm feelin' so bad

I wish it'd make the music dreamy and sad

Could tell you a lot

But you've got to be true to your code

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

You'd never know it

Well I'm a kind of a poet

And I've got a lot of things to say

And when I'm gloomy

You just gotta listen to me

'Til it's all talked away

Try to think, that love's not around

Still it's uncomfortably near

My old heart, ain't gaining no ground

Because my angel eyes, ain't here

Angel eyes that old Devil sent

They glow unbearably bright

Need I say that my love's been misspent?

Misspent with angel eyes tonight

So drink up all you people

Order anything you see

Have fun, you happy people

The drink and the laugh's on me

Pardon me but I gotta run

The fact's uncommonly clear

Gotta find out who's now number one

And why my angel eyes, ain't here

'Scuse me while I disappear

That's how it goes

And Joe, I see you're getting anxious to close

(In the wee small hours of the morning)

Thanks for the cheer

I hope you didn't mind me bendin' your ear

(that's the time you miss her most of all)

This torch that I found

Must be drowned or it soon might explode

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

That long, long road