When I get old I hope I'll have memories to choose I will cut all the ones in reveries I will cut them loose Now let them send them all on a one way trip I will keep the ones I have of you Would you keep 'em, too? Oh, I do Do you have 'em, too? Oh hell, I do Ready or not One day I'll get the blues But sure will not these many days I was wasted with you And somehow I can't forget when rushing thoughts come through my head like songs that always take me back to you Do you have 'em, too? Oh, I do Do you hear 'em, too? Oh hell, I do