Sit there and count your fingers, what can you do
Old girl, you?re through
Just sit there and count your little fingers, unhappy little
Girl blue
Sit there and count the raindrops falling on you
It?s time you knew
All you can count on are the raindrops that fall on little girl
Blue
No use, old girl, you might as well surrender
Your hopes are getting slender, why won?t somebody send a tender
Blue boy to cheer up little girl blue

When you were very young, the world was younger than you
As merry as a carousel
The circus tent was strung with ever star in the sky
Above the ring you loved so well
Now the young world has grown old, gone are the silver and gold