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 (*)