Music

I’m supposed to be in Soho
One half an hour ago
I’m supposed to meet some people
With a half an ounce of snow

I’ve been trying hard to leave you
Didn’t mean to stay so long
But I’ll have another brandy
And I’ll sing just one more song

I wish that I were one of those
Who says he’s going and then he goes
But every time I say goodbye
The flow gets going and hours fly

If I leave it any later
They’ll be moving on from there
And I know I ought to call them
But I’m anchored to this chair

They’re expecting me in Soho
Not to show up would be wrong
But I’ll have another brandy
And I’ll sing just one more song.