Smoke Crooner Vegas Piano Bar

Smoke Vegas Ladies and Gentlemen Hit it again Sam Tickle that Ivory Joanna Black velvet tuxedo suit Tanned Brown Chesterfield Leather Booths Polished studs out Crooner poised spitting on the end of a Stainless Microphone Either hand holding a smoking cigarette And tumbler of Burbon Whiskey on the rocks Dames in 1000 Dollar Frocks Drenched in Diamond's and furs Mistresses not wife's Straight City Life Bright Light's New York City Big Apple No Sleep Room's upstairs Illicit affairs He who dares Them were the day's Manhattan to Vegas Stranger's Broadway Night's Hollywood Stars Town Cars Red Carpets The Golden age of Song and Stage Old Blue Eyes Frank Sinatra Slow dancing with your Partner Pressing up close and personal against her Holding hands Wishing the music would never stop Times were simpler way back then When girls were young ladies At had to be home by Ten And Marriage proceeded having babies And young men wore suits How i yearn for the crackle of a needle on an old record player But that was all our yesterday's And as the story goes Not this old story again Grandad Move on those times are gone Put a C.D on And don't you know you are not allowed To smoke indoors You may survived and fought in World Wars But we are the snowflake righteous generation So far above our station You just can't tell if am talking through My mouth or my bum