Writers: Leo Robin/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