In this lonely bar, I'm glad that you sat down beside me
Like your company, like your drinks and all the rest
Don't feel much like talkin' 'bout this dream that's been denied me
But as you say, it might be well to get it off my chest
Well, sir
There's really not too much to tell, sir
I took one look at him and fell, sir
And I am doing not so well, sir
Well, sir
I'd like to crawl back in my shell, sir
But I'm completely in his spell, sir
I think you understand me well, sir
Feelin' sorry for myself
I know it's wrong, of this I am aware
Might as well feel sorry for myself
For I'm the only one around to care
Well, sir
I guess that's all there is to tell, sir
And so before I say farewell, sir
Make mine another scotch and seltzer
Another scotch and seltzer
Writer(s): Bobby Troup