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 tinsel and gold      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?