The Gentleman Is a Dope - Ella Fitzgerald, Nelson Riddle

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!