The gay lights of
Glamour
It darkened
By drama
By the blues
That I sing
For a theme
For the
Sob-singing sisters
And the
Torch-bearing
Misters
Who all come to
Listen
And dream
Soft lights
Are glowing
Champagne
Is flowing
In everyone's
Eye
There's that
Gleam
They're the weay
The weepless
Sad eyed
Sleepless
Who all come
To listen
And dream
The black of
The night
Brings the blues
In the night
Somehow they
Seem to belong
The sad eyed
The gay ones
All the
Hip-hip hooray
Ones
Hang onto the
Words of
My song
And I sing
Of the drama
And the fast
Fading glamour
And the blues
That I sing
Is the theme
For the
Sob-singing sisters
And the
Torch-bearing
Misters
Who all come to
Listen
And dream
I sing
Of the drama
Their fast
Fading glamour
The blues
That I sing
That's the theme
For the
Sob-singing sisters
The
Torch-bearing
Misters
Who all come to
Listen
And dream
For those
Song-singing sisters
And the
Torch-bearing
Misters
Who all come to
Listen
And dream