MUSIC, MAESTRO, PLEASE!Tommy Dorsey- words by Herb Magidson, music by Allie WrubelA table near the bandA small oneSome cigarettes, a drinkYes, a tall oneAnd, waiter, I could useA chaser for my bluesTonight I mustn't think of herMusic, maestro, please!TonightTonight I must forgetHow much I need herSo, Mister LeaderPlay your lilting melodiesRagtime, jazztime, swingAny old thingTo help me ease the painThat solitude can bringShe used to like waltzesSo please don't play a waltzShe danced divinelyAnd I loved her soBut there I goTonight I mustn't think of herNo more memoriesSwing outTonight I must forgetMusic, maestro, please!
