The Gentleman Is a Dope

The boss gets on my nerves;
I've got a good mind to quit
I've taken all I can;
It's time to get up and git
And move to another job
Or maybe another town
The gentleman burns me up
The gentleman gets me down

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'd like to hug
And hold against your heart
The gentleman doesn't know
How happy he could be
(Look at me, crying my eyes out
As if he belonged to me . .
He'll never belong to me.)