The Gentleman Is A Dope - Jo Stafford
The gentleman is a dope
A man of many faults
A clumsy joe
Who wouldn't know
A rumba from a waltz
The gentleman is a dope
And not my cup of tea
Why do I get in a dither
He doesn't belong to me
The gentleman isn't bright
He doesn't know the score
A cake will come
He'll take a crumb
And never ask for more
The gentleman's eyes are blue
But little do they see
Why am I beating my brains out
He doesn't belong to me
He's somebody else's problem
She's welcome to the guy
She'll never understand him
Half as well as I
The gentleman is a dope
He isn't very smart
He's just a lug
You'd like to hug
And hold against your heart
The gentleman doesn't know
How happy he could be
But look at me crying my eyes out
As if he belonged to me
He'll never belong to me
The gentleman doesn't know
How happy he could be
But look at me crying my eyes out
As if he belonged to me
He'll never belong to me