Irving Washington

Fuchsia says: Before you left your garrison you'd had a drink, maybe two You don't remember Paris, hon but it remembers you It's true, we flew to Paris, dear aboard an Army jet the night you can't remember the night I can't forget You said I was terrific, it meant zilch to you, ah, but I have our marriage certificate 'n I'll keep it till I die You were an Army officer and I just a Rockette the night you can't remember the night I can't forget No rose conveyed your sentiments not even a petunia but you've got vague presentiments and I've got little Junior You said, Nobody loves me and I said, wanna bet? the night you can't remember the night I can't forget