Tanks for Memory - Benny Goodman

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 Schubert’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

Thanks for the memory

Of faults that you forgave

Of rainbows on a wave

And stockings in the basin

When a fellow needs a shave

Thank you so much

Thanks for the memory

Of tinkling 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

We said goodbye with a highball

Then I got as high as a steeple

But we were intelligent people

No tears, no fuss

Hooray for us

Strictly entire nous

Darling, how are you?

And how are all

Those little dreams

That never did come true?

Awfully glad I met you

Cheerio and toodle-oo

Thank you

Thank you so much