The Gentleman Is a Dope
The gentleman is a dope, a man of many faultsA clumsy Joe who wouldn't know a Rumba from a WaltzThe gentleman is a dope and not my cup of teaWhy do I get in a dither? He doesn't belong to me
The gentleman isn't bright, he doesn't know the scoreA cake will come, he'll take a crumb and never ask for moreThe gentleman's eyes are blue but little do they seeWhy am I beating my brains out? He doesn't belong to me
He's somebody else's problem, she's welcome to the guyShe'll never understand him half as well as I
The gentleman is a dope, he isn't very smartHe's just a lug you'd like to hug and hold against you heartThe gentleman is a dope doesn't know how happy he could beLook at me crying my eyes out, as if he belonged to meHe'll never belong to me.