Thanks for the Memories Songtext

von Bob Hope

Thanks for the memory
Of sentimental verse, nothing in my purse
And chuckles when the preacher said, "For better or for worse"
How lovely it was
Thanks for the memory
Of Shubert's "Serenade," little things of jade
And traffic jams and anagrams and bills we never paid
How lovely it was
We who could laugh over big things, were parted by only a slight thing
I wonder if we did the right thing
Oh, well, that's life, I guess
I love your dress
Do you?
It's pretty
Thanks for the memory
Of faults that you forgave, rainbows on a wave
And stockings in the basin when a fellow needs a shave
Thank you, so much
Thanks for the memory
Of tinkly temple bells, alma mater yells
And Cuban rum and towels from the very best hotels
Oh, how lovely it was
Thanks for the memory
Of cushions on the floor
Hash with Dinty Moore
That pair of gay pajamas that you bought and never wore
Say, by the way
Whatever became of those pajamas?
We said goodbye with a highball
Then I got as high as a steeple
Did you?
But we were intelligent people
No tears, no fuss, hooray for us
Strictly entre nous
Darling, how are you?
And how are all those little dreams
That never did come true?
Awfully glad I met you
Cheerio and tootle-loo
Thank you
Thank you so much