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 class that you showed, Make it one for my baby And one more for the road. That long long road.