ella fitzgerald
the gentleman is a dope
The gentleman is a dope, a man of many faults A clumsy Joe who wouldn't know a Rhumba 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 like to hug and hold against your heart The gentleman is a dope; doesn't know how happy he could be Look at me crying my eyes out as if he belonged to me As if; he'll never belong to me