I don't ordinarily drink with strangers; I guess I usually drink alone

I am having a bit of a "monging-about day" here at Dolores Delargo Towers, after a birthday party that went on till late on Friday, and a visit from Mother yesterday. As is my wont on a Sunday, it's non-stop Radio 2 on the airwaves - all showtunes, blasts-from-the-past, Big Band choons and easy listening.

And to match the "Sunday music" mood, here's a little something from today's birthday girl, Miss June Christy!

Something Cool, indeed.

June Christy - Something Cool

Something cool
I'd like to order something cool
It's so warm here in town and this heat gets me down
Yes, I'd like something cool

My, it's nice to simply sit and rest awhile
You know it's a shame
I can't think of your name
I remember your smile

I don't ordinarily drink with strangers
I guess I usually drink alone
But you were so awfully nice to ask me
And I'm so terribly far from home

Like my dress I must confess it's very old
But it's simple and neat, it's just right for this heat
Save my furs for the cold
A cigarette, no I don't smoke them as a rule
But I'll have one, it might be fun with something cool

I'd bet you wouldn't imagine that I once had a house
With so many rooms you couldn't count them all
I'll bet that you couldn't imagine I had fifteen different beaus
Who would beg and beg to take me to a ball

And I know you couldn't picture me
The time I went to Paris in the fall
And who would think the man that I loved
Was quite so handsome and quite so tall

Well, it's through, it's just a memory I had
One I almost forgot since the weather's so hot
And I'm feeling so bad about a date, oh wait, I'm such a fool
He's just a guy who stopped to buy me something cool

June Christy (born Shirley Luster, 20th November 1925 – 21st June 1990)