Of All the Gin Joints In All the Towns In All the World... - The Warner Bros. Studio Orchestra

Lyrics by：Frank Perkins

Boss

Boss

Yeah

Boss ain't you going to bed

Not right now

Ain't you planning on going to bed in near future

No

You ever going to bed

No

Well I won't sleep either

Good then have a drink

No not me boss

Alright then don't have a drink

Boss let's get out of here

No Sam I'm waiting for a lady

Please boss let's go

Ain't nothing but trouble for you here

She's coming back I know she's coming back

We'll take the car and travel all night

We'll get drunk

We'll go fishing and stay away until she's gone

Shut up and go home will you

No Sir I'm staying right here

They grab Ugarte and she walks in

Oh way it goes one in and one out

Sam

Yes boss

It's December 1941 in Casablanca

What time is it in New York

What my watch stopped

I bet they're asleep in New York

I bet they're asleep all around America

Of all the gin joints in all the towns in

All the world she walks into mine

What is that you're playing

All just a little something on my own

Oh stop it

You know what I wanna hear

No I don't

You played it for her you play it for me

Well I don't think I can remember

If she can stand it I can

Play it

Yes boss