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 but 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 and she's welcome to the guy but she will never 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 hold against your heart The gentleman doesn't know how happy he could be look at me crying my eyes out as if he belong to me but he will never belong to me