Barrymore Remembers

Have I ever told you
 I was once quite the ladies man
 My suits were Italian
 My color vermillion
 My words soft as satin
 The language of love
 My life was the movies
 And I was the leading man
 The dashing romantic
 With a touch of the tragic
 My profile was perfect
 And the language was love
 Yes, sir, Mr. Barrymore
 You must have been something back then
 They must have been wonderful years
 And they won't come again
 Yes sir, Mr. Barrymore
 Can I pour you another?
 The women were lovely
 In the flickering Hollywood light
 Of course, there was Garbo
 And Dietrich and Harlow
 The look was come hither
 And the language was love
 And my God! the parties
 The nights were as bright as the days
 The air smelled like honey
 The stars shone like money
 In the roar of the twenties
 The language was love
 Yes sir, Mr. Barrymore
 You must have been something back then
 They must have been wonderful years
 And they won't come again
 Yes sir, Mr. Barrymore
 One more on the rocks?
 This was a gay town
 As wild and as free as the night
 We lived with abandon
 We loved with a passion
 We were storybook heroes
 In the language of love
 But what was I saying?
 Where has everyone gone
 Quickly bartender
 Pour me another
 Better make it a double
 One more for the road
 Yes sir, Mr. Barrymore
 Are you sure you can make it alright
 yes the bar's closing down
 Better call it a night
 Yes sir, Mr. Barrymore
 Let me call you a cab