A table near the band A small one Some cigarettes, a drink Yes, a tall one And, waiter, I could use A chaser for my blues Tonight I mustn't think of her Music, maestro, please! Tonight Tonight I must forget How much I need her So, Mister Leader Play your lilting melodies Ragtime, jazztime, swing Any old thing To help me ease the pain That solitude can bring She used to like waltzes So please don't play a waltz She danced divinely And I loved her so But there I go Tonight I mustn't think of her No more memories Swing out Tonight I must forget Music, maestro, please