Mayflower

Barrymore Remembers
David Olney
© Hayes Court Music-Irving Music, BMI

Have I ever told you
I was once quite the ladies' man
My suits were Italian
My shirts were vermilion
My words soft as satin
The language of love
My life was the movies
And I was the leading man
A 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 a bright as the day
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 love with abandon
We live with a passion
We were storybook heroes
In the language of love.

Now what was I saying?
And where has everyone gone?
Quickly, bartender
Pour me another
You better make it a double
One more for the road.

Yes sir, Mr. Barrymore
Are you sure you can make it all right?
Yes the bar's closing down
Better call it a night
Yes sir, Mr. Barrymore
Let me call you a cab