Johnny: "Okay. And once again, here's Bette Midler."
Bette: "Well, you know, when they asked me to come on and . .
I can't believe it! The last, the last guest. The last fool
Mr. Carson will have to suffer gladly. You are the wind beneath
My wings. Oh, well he is."
Quarter to three. There's no one in the place
Except you and me
So set 'em up, Joe. Got a little story
I think you should know
We're drinkin', my friend, to the end
Of a sweet episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Got the routine. So drop another nickel
In the machine
Oh, gee, I'm feelin' so bad. Wish you'd make the music
So dreamy and sad
You could tell me a lot. But it's not
In a gentleman's code
Let's make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
You may not know it
But buddy you're a kind of poet
And you've had a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy
You always listen to me
Until it's talked away
Well, that's how it goes
And John I know you're getting
Anxious to close
So, thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind me
Bending your ear
For all of the years
For the laughs, for the tears
For the cla** that you showed
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
That long long road
Johnny: "Thank you, Bette. Ah."