Well the rain poured down in old Manhattan
Made me feel so cold and blue
And when it does, I think about you.
I used to sleep on sheets of satin,
Now some old burlap will do.
And when it does, I think about you.
I think about you
And when the times are bad
It seems to bring you back to me
I think about you and all that makes me glad
Is that you must be remembering me.
Well the hungry cat is bound to fatten up the way you used to do
And when it does, I think about you.
I think about you
And when the times are bad
It seems to bring you back to me
I think about you
And all that makes me glad
Is that you must be remembering me.
Well, the radio makes static as it murmurs
""Shoo-be-doo-be-doo""
And when it does, I think about you.
Well, the rain pours down in old Manhattan makes me feel so cold and blue
And when it does, and when it does, when it does, I think about you.