Song Description

Heartbroken singer would like to drown her sorrows--but drinking so much is out of fashion

Lyrics

Music by Lew Spence
Lyric by Tom Toce


OUT OF FASHION

It isn't the fashion to drink your sorrows away.
It isn't the fashion to think a binge is okay.
Ah, but how am I to forget you, dear,
Without the vermouth and the vodka near?
It isn't the fashion to drink the blues away

It isn't the style now to make it one for the road.
Or, "One for my baby and one more just for the road."
Ah, but how am I to get over you?
To cry in my beer and stay sober, too?
It isn't the fashion to drink the blues away.

Could you not have left me in a more convenient time?
Like the twenties--so I could drown in bathtub gin?
Or you might have stayed forever; would that be such a crime?
Then I could laugh and drink champagne
And never have to feel this pain.

But for now I've decided to wash my sorrows away.
A scotch on the rocks and I'll wash my sorrow away.
And tomorrow I'll hear a different drum;
Tonight, though, it's right to go all but numb;
And sometime round midnight a smile will come busting through:
That's one for my baby, and baby, that baby was you.

I'm way out of fashion--and bartender, pour me a few.