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