Writer(s): 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
This is the original version sung by Bob Hope, in his first movie, The Big Broadcast of 1938. Later the song became his signature song to end all his radio broadcasts:
Thanks for the memory of candle light 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, swinging Harlem tunes
And motor trips and burning lips and burning toast and prunes,
How lovely it was.
Many’s the time that we had feasted, and many’s the time that we had fasted,
Oh well, it was swell while it lasted, we had such fun and no harm done.
And thanks for the memory of sunburns at the shore, nights in Singapore,
You might have been a headache but you never were a bore, so thank you so much.