Hardhearted Hannah
In old Savannah, I said Savannah,The weather there is nice and warm.The climate's of a Southern brand,But here's what I don't understand:They've got a gal there, a pretty gal there,Who's colder than an Arctic storm,Got a heart just like a stone,Even ice men leave her alone!
They call her Hardhearted Hannah,The vamp of Savannah,The meanest gal in town;Leather is tough, but Hannah's heart is tougher,She's a gal who loves to see men suffer!To tease them, and thrill 'em, to torture and kill 'em,Is her delight, they say,I saw her at the seashore with a great big pan,There was Hannah pouring water on a drownin' man!She's Hardhearted Hannah, The Vamp of Savannah, GA!
They call her Hardhearted Hannah,The Vamp of Savannah,The meanest gal in town;Talk of your cold refrigerating mamas,Brother, she's a polar bear's pajamas!To tease them, and thrill 'em, to torture and kill 'em,Is her delight, they say.An evenin' spent with Hannah sittin' on your knees,Is like travelin' through Alaska in your BVDs.She's Hard Hearted Hannah, the vamp of Savannah, GA!
Can you imagine a woman as cold as Hannah?She's got the right name, The Vamp of Savannah.Any time a woman can take a great big pan,Start pouring water on a drownin' man!She's Hardhearted Hannah,The Vamp of Savannah, GA!
Oooh she's sweet as sour milk!