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 a lug you like to hug And hold againsl you heart, The gentleman is a dope doesn't know How happy he could. Look at me! Crying my eyes out, As if he belonged to me. Asif He'll never belong to me.