When I want rain, I get sunny weather,
I'm just as blue as the sky;
Since love is gone, can't pull myself together,
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry.

Friends ask me out, I tell them I'm busy,
Must get a new alibi!
I stay at home and ask myself, "Where is he?",
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry.

Dry little teardrops,
My little teardrops,
Hangin' on a string of dreams.
Fly little memories,
My little memories,
Remind him of our crazy schemes.

Somebody said, "Just forget about him!",
I gave that treatment a try.
Strangely enough, I got along without him,
Then one day he passed me right by;
Oh, well, I guess I'll hang my tears out to dry.
Little teardrops,
Little teardrops, filled with dreams.

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Writer(s): Jule Styne, Sammy Cahn