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THANKS FOR THE MEMORY From the film "The Big Broadcast Of 1938" (Music: Ralph Rainger / Lyrics: Leo Robin) Shep Fields & His Rippling Rhythm Orch. (Vocal: Bobby Goday) - 1937 Bob Hope & Shirley Ross (Film Soundtrack) - 1938 Bob Hope & Shirley Ross (Studio Recording) - 1938 Mildred Bailey - 1938 Benny Goodman & His Orch. (vocal: Martha Tilton) - 1938 Bob Hope & Shirley Ross (feat. in the film "Thanks For The Memory") - 1938 Martha Tilton & Jack Leonard - 1946 Ella Fitzgerald - 1953 Bing Crosby - 1958 Ray Conniff, His Orch. & Chorus - 1968 Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass - 1968 Harry Nilsson - 1973 Frank Sinatra - 1981 Susannah McCorkle - 1984 Rosemary Clooney - 1985 Rod Stewart - 2005 Also recorded by: Eddie Fisher; Roy Fox & His Orch.; Judy Garland; Erroll Garner; Bruno Bertone Orch; Joyce Breach; Ronnell Bright; Dave McKenna; Cliff Adams Singers; Alyn Ainsworth; Ray Anthony; Anita O'Day; Stan Getz; Peter Howard;Dick Hyman; Greta Keller; Stacey Kent; Serge Chaloff; Charlie & His Orch.; Leonard Feather All Stars; Frank Chacksfield & His Orch; Cincinnati Pops Orch; Bud Shank; Rebecca Kilgore; Lee Konitz; Dorothy Lamour; Gordon Langford; Michael Feinstein; Eddie Myers; The Platters; Toots Mondello; Grant P. Chilcott; Vaughn Monroe; Gary Nichols; Tommy Reilly; Turner Leyton; Ramsey Lewis Trio; Dave McKay; Henry Mancini; Dave Van Ronk; Sarah Vaughan; Teddy Wilson; Maxine Sullivan; Oscar Pettiford; The Sentimental Strings; The Starlite Orch; K.T. Sullivan; The Women's Chorus of Dallas; Dempsey Wright; Dave Pel; Dan & Dale ........... and others. As performed by BOB HOPE & SHIRLEY ROSS in the film "The Big Broadcast Of 1938": HOPE: Thanks for the memory Of rainy afternoons Swingy Harlem tunes Motor trips and burning lips And burning toast and prunes ROSS: How lovely it was Thanks for the memory Of candlelight and wine Castles on the Rhine The Parthenon HOPE: And moments on The Hudson River line ROSS: How lovely it was HOPE: Many's the time that we feasted ROSS: And many's the time that we fasted HOPE: Oh well, it was swell while it lasted We did have fun And no harm done So, thanks for the memory Of crap games on the floor ROSS: Nights in Singapore You might have been a headache But you never were a bore HOPE: I thank you so much ROSS: Thanks for the memory Of China's funny walls Transatlantic calls HOPE: That weekend at Niagara When we hardly saw the Falls ROSS: How lovely that was HOPE: Thank you ROSS: Thanks for the memory Of lunch from twelve to four Sunburn at the shore That pair of gay pajamas That you bought and never wore HOPE: Say, by the way, what did happen to those pyjamas. huh? ROSS: Letters with sweet little secrets That couldn't be put in a day wire HOPE: Too bad it all had to go haywire That's life I guess I love your dress ROSS: Do ya? HOPE: It's pretty ROSS: Thank you For the memory Of faults that you forgave Rainboes on a wave HOPE: And stockings in a basin When a fellow needs a shave I thank you so much ROSS: Thanks for the memory Of gardens at Versailles HOPE: And beef and kidney pie ROSS: The night you worked and then came home With lipstick on your tie HOPE: Uh-huh, how lovely that was ROSS Huh? HOPE: For the memory Of lingerie with lace ROSS: Yes, and Pilsner by the case And how I jumped the day you trumped My and only ace HOPE: How lo....lovely that was ROSS: We said goodbye with a highball HOPE: And I got as high as a steeple ROSS: Did ya? HOPE: But we were intelligent people ROSS: No tears, no fuss BOTH: Hooray for us ROSS: Strictly entre nous Darling, how are you HOPE: And how are all the little dreams That never did come true ROSS: Awfully glad I met you HOPE: Cheerio and toodle-oo ROSS: Thank you HOPE Thank you! (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - March 2013) ******************** As recorded by BOB HOPE & SHIRLEY ROSS for record release: 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 ****************** As performed by BOB HOPE & SHIRLEY ROSS in the film "Thanks For The Memory": HOPE: Thanks for the memory Of meals I used to make Dishes I would break No motor trips, but burning lips From all that burning steak How lovely that was! ROSS: Thanks, thanks for the memory Of, of quarts of gin and rye How you'd alibi And how you swore the night you wore My Mother's Christmas tie HOPE: Was a nice hunk of awning ROSS: Thanks for the night that you left me You didn't seem worried about me Thought you'd do better without me HOPE: I loved you, though Alright, I'll go HOPE: 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 so much (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - March 2013) ******************** As recorded by DOROTHY LAMOUR: Thanks for the memory Of China's funny walls, Transatlantic calls, A weekend at Niagara When we hardly saw the falls; 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! And thanks for the memory Of lunch from twelve to four, Sunburn on the shore, That pair of gay pyjamas That you bought and never wore; So thankyou so much! 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 lather on your face, Pipes around the place, And how I jumped The day you trumped My one and only ace, How lovely it was! Letters with sweet little secrets That couldn't be put in a day wire; Too bad it all had to go haywire, But that's alright, I sleep at night! 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 thankyou so much! (Transcribed by Peter Akers - August 2012) ******************** As recorded by FRANK SINATRA: 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 cosy it was Now since our breakup, I wake up Alone on a grey 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 lived a lot and learned a lot You love 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 behin with a 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 (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - March 2013) ********************

    


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