The Gentleman Is a Dope

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 beatin' 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 cryin' 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 cryin' my eyes out
As if he belonged to me;
He'll never ever
He'll never belong to me!