Shes a Lady - Betty Hutton

She’s a lady

I’m a lady

She’s a lady

I’m a lady

She’s as quiet as a mouse

Why, she would never ever raise her voice to a shout

Not unless somebody else is drownin' me out

Yes, she’s a lady

I’m a lady

High falootin'

You’re darn tootin'

And her manners are superb

Yesterday I wore a gown of satin an' lace

You took me out dinin' to the ritziest place

And when they brought the finger bowl

Why you washed your face

Ah I’m a lady

She’s a lady

Oh yes

He’s a lover

I’m a lover

He’s big hearted

Once I’ve started

Nothin' is too good for you

Say, how do you mean that?

I bought you a golden necklace fit for a queen

If that’s a golden necklace, why’s my neck turnin' green?

He’s romantic

I’m romantic

He’s the shy type

Yes, it’s my type

He’s the kind that girls can’t trust

Some guys take a girl out ridin' an' when they do

She may have to walk home, that don’t happen to you

That’s because I take them riding in a canoe

Oh he’s a lover

I’m a lover

Oh yes

She’s a lady

I’m a lady

She’s the fine type

Home at nine type

She’s as gentle as a lamb

She’s the most refined girl that the city has got

I will beat up anyone who says that I’m not

She’s a highbrow

I’m a highbrow

You’re what «class» is

You need glasses

You know just how things are done

In a crowded bus, you find a guy with a seat

Then you drop your hanky so it lands at his feet

When he stands up to get it, that’s when I grab his seat

Yes, she’s a lady

Oh I’m a lady

Oh yes

He’s a singer

I’m a singer

Like Caruso

Learned to do so

In a barber-shop quartet

I once gave a haircut to a fellow one day

I started singing «Mammy» an' kept cutting away

Yeah, now they call him «baldy» an' he wears a toupee

You’re a lady

You’re a barber

You’re a highbrow

You’re a singer

Heh heh, i’m a sin-ger?

Ha ha ha ha

She’s a lady

Ah he’s a singer

Oh yeah