Olives on Ice f/ Clay Fullam and Katie Dew

Traditional Pop, Vocal Jazz, swing pop (Las Vegas lounge)

[Verse 1]

There's a glass on the bar with my name on the side,
And a girl in a sequin who's offering a ride,
The neon is humming, the dice are in play,
And somebody's losing a fortune today —
(spoken: ain't me, pallie…)

[Chorus]
Oh, gimme a martini, dry as the desert,
Three olives, no fuss, and a twist if you must,
Gimme a corner where Sinatra was sittin',
Gimme a town where the lights never quit-tin',
Vegas, my darlin', you're easy to love,
You're heaven below and a hustle above,
Pour me another, and pour her one too —
(spoken: make hers a double, pal — she's catching up!)
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[Verse 2]
The showgirl's a doll and the dealer's a saint,
The dealer's the devil — well, ain't it, ain't it?
I came here on Tuesday with money to burn,
It's Sunday already and I've yet to return,
(chuckle) …I oughta call somebody…

[Chorus]
Oh, gimme a martini, cold as a promise,
Three olives, no rush, and a kiss for the bartender,
Gimme a booth where the smoke writes a story,
Gimme a night that ends covered in glory,
Vegas, my baby, you're trouble in pearls,
You're roulette and rhinestones and runaway girls,
Pour me another, and one for the room —
(spoken: hey paisan, leave the bottle, would ya?)
[Instrumental break — swinging tenor sax solo, 8 bars, brass punches behind]

[Bridge (slower, more tender — strings swell)]
Some fellas dream of a quiet little life,
A house and a hammock and maybe a wife…
But me? I'm a sucker for shimmer and chance,
For one more cold glass and one more slow dance —
(spoken, warm: …and brother, what a dance.)

[Final Chorus (bigger band, key up a half step)]
So gimme a martini, stirred not too gently,
Three olives, a whisper, and Dino on the speaker,
Gimme a sunrise I'm too drunk to notice,
Gimme a city that loves me right back,
Vegas, my sweetheart, you're tougher than nails,
You're lipstick on highballs and high-rolling tales,
Pour me another —
(band cuts out)
— ah, just leave the bottle…
(band returns, big swinging button ending — brass stinger — cymbal hit)
(spoken, smiling, fading: …That's amore, baby. That's amore.)

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[Verse 1] There's a glass on the bar with my name on the side, And a girl in a sequin who's offering a ride, The neon is humming, the dice are in play, And somebody's losing a fortune today — (spoken: ain't me, pallie…) [Chorus] Oh, gimme a martini, dry as the desert, Three olives, no fuss, and a twist if you must, Gimme a corner where Sinatra was sittin', Gimme a town where the lights never quit-tin', Vegas, my darlin', you're easy to love, You're heaven below and a hustle above, Pour me another, and pour her one too — (spoken: make hers a double, pal — she's catching up!) [ [Verse 2] The showgirl's a doll and the dealer's a saint, The dealer's the devil — well, ain't it, ain't it? I came here on Tuesday with money to burn, It's Sunday already and I've yet to return, (chuckle) …I oughta call somebody… [Chorus] Oh, gimme a martini, cold as a promise, Three olives, no rush, and a kiss for the bartender, Gimme a booth where the smoke writes a story, Gimme a night that ends covered in glory, Vegas, my baby, you're trouble in pearls, You're roulette and rhinestones and runaway girls, Pour me another, and one for the room — (spoken: hey paisan, leave the bottle, would ya?) [Instrumental break — swinging tenor sax solo, 8 bars, brass punches behind] [Bridge (slower, more tender — strings swell)] Some fellas dream of a quiet little life, A house and a hammock and maybe a wife… But me? I'm a sucker for shimmer and chance, For one more cold glass and one more slow dance — (spoken, warm: …and brother, what a dance.) [Final Chorus (bigger band, key up a half step)] So gimme a martini, stirred not too gently, Three olives, a whisper, and Dino on the speaker, Gimme a sunrise I'm too drunk to notice, Gimme a city that loves me right back, Vegas, my sweetheart, you're tougher than nails, You're lipstick on highballs and high-rolling tales, Pour me another — (band cuts out) — ah, just leave the bottle… (band returns, big swinging button ending — brass stinger — cymbal hit) (spoken, smiling, fading: …That's amore, baby. That's amore.)

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