I Got A Guy - Ella Fitzgerald, Chick Webb And His Orchestra

I got a guy

He don’t dress me in sable

He looks nothing like Gable

But he’s mine

And I think he’s too divine

I got a guy

When he starts into pet me

He’s the sauce on spaghetti

He’s the kind

That you can’t keep off your mind

I got a guy

And he’s tough

He’s just a gem in the rough

But when I polish him up, I swear

He’ll be a Tiffany solitaire

I’m riding high

'Cause I’m happy and carefree

There is nothing that can scare me

'Cause I got a guy

I got a guy

And he’s tough

He’s just a gem in the rough

But when I polish him up, I swear

He’ll be a Tiffany solitaire

I’m riding high

'Cause I’m happy and carefree

There is nothing that can scare me

'Cause I got a guy