ella fitzgerald
boy wanted
I've just finished writing an advertisement Calling for a boy. No half-hearted Romeo or flirt is meant; That`s the kind I`d not employ. Though anybody interested can apply, He must know a thing or two to qualify. For instance:  He must be able to dance. He must make life a romance. I said a boy wanted, One who can smile; Boy wanted, lovable style.  He must know how to say "Yes!" When I look at a new dress. Oh, I`ll be ready when the right one calls, And I`ll start vamping him until he falls; Yes, if he proves to be the right little laddie, I`ll make him glad he answered my ad.  He must like musical shows, And he must wear snappy clothes. Yes, that is my story, And to it I`ll stick; No glory In having a hick.  He needn't be such a saint, But, Oh! he doesn't say "ain`t." I don`t care if his bankroll totals naught, For we can live on love and food for thought. If he`s a scholar, when I see him I`ll holler, My lad, I`m glad you answered my ad!`  Original Version:  I`ve just finished writing an advertisement Calling for a boy. No half-hearted Romeo or flirt is meant; That`s the kind I`d not employ.  Though anybody interested can apply, He must know a thing to qualify. For instance:  [Refrain 1] He must be able to dance. he must make life a romance. I said a boy wanted, One who can smile; Boy wanted, Lovable style. He must be tender and true, And he must know how to woo. I know we`ll get acquainted mighty soon, Out in a garden `neath a harvest moon; And if he proves to be the right little laddie, I`ll make him glad He`ll answer my ad!  [Refrain 2] To be the boy of my choice, He needn`t own a Rolls Royce. The kind of boy wanted* Needn`t have gold; Boy wanted, Mustn`t be cold. If he has oodles of charm, I`ll even life on a farm. if he fits into my picture of a home, I`ll be so nice he`ll never have to roam.** Yes, if he proves to be the right little laddie, I`ll make him glad He answered my ad.  [Refrain 3] He must like musical shows, And he must wear snappy clothes. Yes, that is my story, And to it I`ll stick; There`s no glory In having a hick. He must know how to say "Yes!"*** When I look at a new dress. Oh, I`ll be ready when the right one calls, And I`ll start vamping him until he falls; And if he subsidises me, oh, sweet daddy! I`ll make him glad He answered my ad!  [Refrain 4] The movies he must avoid, He`ll know his Nietzsche and Freud. I said a boy wanted, One who knows books; Boy wanted Needn`t have looks. He must be such a saint, But, Oh! he dassent say `ain`t.`  I don`t care if his bankroll totals naught, For we can live on love and food for thought. If he`s a scholar, when I see him I`ll holler, `My lad, I`m glad You answered my ad!`  Primrose Version: Verse: I`ve just finished writing an advertisement Calling for a boy. No half-hearted Romeo or flirt is meant; That`s the kind I won`t employ. Though anybody interested can apply, He must know a thing to qualify. For instance:  Refrain 1: To have a ghost of a chance, He must be able to dance. The sort of boy wanted Must have a smile Boy wanted, Lovable style. He must be tender and true, And if he knows what to do, I think I`ll learn to love him very soon; I`ll want him morning, night and afternoon. So if you know of one who`s wanting employment, Just tell him that I`m wanting a boy!  Refrain 2: To be the boy of my choice, He`s got to own a Rolls Royce. He must be quite reckless Buying me things: Pearl necklace, Diamond rings. He must be ready to pay A dozen bills ev`ry day. I`ll simply smothing him with tender care If I could find a multimillionaire. So if you could seen one dining at the Savoy-oh! Just tell him I`m wanting a boy!  Refrain 3: I won`t have anyone small, He must be handsome and tall. I said a boy wanted, Beautifully dressed; Boy wanted, Trousers well pressed. He must have wonderful eyes; He must wear wonderful ties. I want a boy who`ll always look as though He`s only just come out of Savile Row. So if some Paris wants a Helen of Troy-oh! Just tell him that I`m wanting a boy.