The Gentleman Is A Dope - Blossom Dearie

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 you heart

The gentleman is a dope doesn’t know how happy he could

Look at me crying my eyes out, as if he belonged to me

He’ll never belong to me

He’s somebody else’s problem, she’s welcome, welcome to the guy

She’ll never understand him half as well, 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 you heart

The gentleman is a dope doesn’t know how happy he could

Look at me crying my eyes out, as if he belonged to me

He’ll never belong to me