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 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 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 toodle-oo Thank you Thank you so much