Bob Hope — Thanks for the Memory

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