(Richar Rodgers/Lorenz Hart)
Sit there, and count your fingers
What can you do? Old girl you're through

Sit there, and count your little fingers
Unlucky little girl blue


Sit there and count the raindrops falling on you
It's time you knew
All you can count on is the raindrops

That fall on little girl blue

(*) No use old girl, you may as well surrender

Your hope is getting slender
Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy
To cheer up little girl blue


When I was very young the world was younger than I
As merry as a carousel

The circus tent was strong with every star in the sky
Above the rings I loved so well
Now the young world has grown old

Gone are the silver and gold

Repeat (*)