作词 : Marc Shaiman/Scott Wittman
作曲 : Marc Shaiman
Barbra I'd like to propose a toast
to the topic I dig the most.
Catcher let me dust off my loving cup.
Hey bartender! Fill her up!
Look how the neon stars to flicker.
Loves like a shot but works much quicker.
And you're a man who can hold his liquor.
Cheers, here's to love!
I'm an old fashioned and you're the cherry.
I've got a thirst that's legendary.
That's why I fired your secretary.
Cheers, here's to love!
Life's a martini
And you're the shaker
And baby I sure packed a punch!
Hey! Ya Make Dean Martin look like a quaker.
Now its only you for dinner
Breakfast?
And lunch!
I hear the march that's calling for us
We'll walk down the aisle to an angels chorus
I'll be your Rock if you'll be my Doris
Sweet heavens above!
Why is the waiter smiling at us?
He knows what were thinkin' of! oh, can't be cheers!
Cheers! Baby here's to love!
You've got the lips to wet my whistle
If that doesn't catch ya, maybe this'll
Cupid just launched a guided missile
Cheers here's to love!
Your eyes are so intoxicating
Bottoms up babe. Let's get to mating.
I bet it bears reiterating!
Cheers here's to love!
Though it ain't new years pop the champaigne,
and lets take a spin on the floor!
Your moves are good!
I'm feelin no pain!
So lets pay the check and slip out the back door!
We took Manhattan without the bitters!
We're stayin put last call for quitters!
Soon it will be just babysitters!
Cause this hawks now a dove!
Baby the cab is blowin its horn!
But I can't find my hat and my gloves!
Oh, can't be! Cheers!
Cheers!
Baby here's to love!
Here's mud in your eye
Here's looking at you kid
Here is to put hairs on your chest
Not that I would want that.
Here's to love.