Tommy Dorsey
 - words by Herb Magidson, music by Allie Wrubel

 A table near the band
 A small one
 Some cigarettes, a drink
 Yes, a tall one
 And, waiter, I could use
 A chaser for my blues

 Tonight I mustn't think of her
 Music, maestro, please!
 Tonight
 Tonight I must forget
 How much I need her
 So, Mister Leader
 Play your lilting melodies
 Ragtime, jazztime, swing
 Any old thing
 To help me ease the pain
 That solitude can bring
 She used to like waltzes
 So please don't play a waltz
 She danced divinely
 And I loved her so
 But there I go
 Tonight I mustn't think of her
 No more memories
 Swing out
 Tonight I must forget
 Music, maestro, please