Benny Goodman
Benny Goodman
Benny Goodman
Benny Goodman
Benny Goodman
Benny Goodman
Benny Goodman
Benny Goodman
Benny Goodman
Benny Goodman
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