There's a dance pavilion in the rain,
All shuttered down...
I remember, too,
a distant bell
and stars that fell
like rain,
out of the blue.
Faint as a will-o-the-wisp,
crazy as a loon,
sad as a gypsy
serenading the moon.
The days of wine and roses
laugh and run away,
like a child at play...
Go out and try your luck--
you may be Donald Duck.
Hooray for Hollywood!
I know every trail in the Lone Star State,
'cause I ride the range in a Ford V-Eight...
This torch that I've found
must be drowned or it soon might explode.
Make it one more for my baby
and one more for the road,
that long, long road.