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 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 like to hug and hold against your heart
The gentleman is a dope; doesn't know how happy he could be
Look at me crying my eyes out as if he belonged to me
As if; he'll never belong to me