THANKS FOR THE MEMORY
(Lyrics by Leo Robin, tune by Ralph Rainger.)

Thanks for the memory
Of things I can't forget:
Journeys on a jet,
Our wond'rous week in Martinique,
And Vegas and roulette.
How lucky I was!

And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea,
Dawn in Waikiki.
We had a pad in London
But we didn't stop for tea.
How cozy it was!

Now since our breakup I wake up
Alone on a gray morning-after.
I long for the sound of your laughter,
And then I see
The laugh's on me.

But thanks for the memory,
Of every touch a thrill.
I've been through the mill.
I've lived a lot and learned a lot.
You loved me not, and still
I miss you so much.

Thanks for the memory
Of how we used to jog,
Even in a fog,
That barbecue in Malibu,
Away from all the smog.
How rainy it was!

Thanks for the memory,
Of letters I destroyed,
Books that we enjoyed.
Tonight the way things look,
I need a book by Sigmund Freud.
How brainy he was!

Gone are those evenings on Broadway.
Together we'd go to a great show.
But now I begin with the Late Show,
And wish that you
Were watching, too.

I know it's a fallacy,
That grown men never cry.
Baby, that's a lie,
We had our bed of roses
But forgot that roses die.
And thank you so much.

[Sung by Bob Hope and Shirley Ross in the film, "Big Broadcast of 1938."]