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.

Thanks for the memory Of candlelight and wine Castles on the Rhine The Parthenon and moments on The Hudson River line How lovely it was Thanks for the memory Of rainy afternoons Swingy Harlem tunes And motor trips and burning lips And burning toast and prunes How lovely it was Many's the time that we feasted And many's the time that we fasted Oh well, it was swell while it lasted We did have fun And no harm done So, thanks for the memory And strictly entre nous Darling, how are you? And how are all the little dreams That never did come true Awfully glad I met you Cheerio and toodle-oo And thank you so much

Thanks for the dance I'm sorry you're tired The evening has hardly begun Thanks for the dance Try to look inspired One two three, one two three one There's a rose in your hair Your shoulders are bare You've been wearing this costume forever So turn up the music, pour out the wine Stop at the surface, the surface is fine We don't need to go any deeper Thanks for the dance I hear that we're married One two three, one two three, one Thanks for the dance And the baby you carried It was almost a daughter, or a son And there's nothing to do, but to wonder if you Are as hopeless as me, and as decent We're joined in the spirit, joined at the hip Joined in the panic, wondering If we've come to some sort of agreement Da, da, da-da Da, da, da-da It was fine, it was fast We were first, we were last In line at the Temple of Pleasure But the green was so green, and the blue was so blue I was so I, and you were so you The crisis was light as a feather Thanks for the dance It was hell, it was swell, it was fun Thanks for all the dances One two three, one two three, one Da, da, da-da Da, da, da-da