"I'M A GIGOLO"
From Wake Up and Dream (1929)
LYRICS BY COLE PORTER
(Music by Cole Porter)
(Verse)
1 I should like you all to know, I'm a famous gigolo.
2 And of lavender, my nature's got just a dash in it.
3 As I'm slightly undersexed, you will always find me next
4 To some dowager who's wealthy rather than passionate.
5 Go to one of those night club places
6 And you'll find me stretching my braces
7 Pushing ladies with lifted faces 'round the floor.
8 But I must confess to you there are moments when I'm blue.
9 And I ask myself whatever I do it for.
(Refrain)
1 I'm a flower that blooms in the winter, sinking deeper and deeper in snow.
2 I'm a baby who has no mother but jazz. I'm a gigolo.
3 Ev'ry morning, when labor is over, to my sweet-scented lodgings I go,
4 Take the glass from the shelf and look at myself. I'm a gigolo.
5 I get stocks and bonds from faded blondes ev'ry twenty-fifth of December.
6 Still, I'm just a pet that men forget and only tailors remember.
7 Yet when I see the way all the ladies treat their husbands
who put up the dough,
8 You cannot think me odd if then I thank God I'm a gigolo.
From Wake Up and Dream (1929)
LYRICS BY COLE PORTER
(Music by Cole Porter)
(Verse)
1 I should like you all to know, I'm a famous gigolo.
2 And of lavender, my nature's got just a dash in it.
3 As I'm slightly undersexed, you will always find me next
4 To some dowager who's wealthy rather than passionate.
5 Go to one of those night club places
6 And you'll find me stretching my braces
7 Pushing ladies with lifted faces 'round the floor.
8 But I must confess to you there are moments when I'm blue.
9 And I ask myself whatever I do it for.
(Refrain)
1 I'm a flower that blooms in the winter, sinking deeper and deeper in snow.
2 I'm a baby who has no mother but jazz. I'm a gigolo.
3 Ev'ry morning, when labor is over, to my sweet-scented lodgings I go,
4 Take the glass from the shelf and look at myself. I'm a gigolo.
5 I get stocks and bonds from faded blondes ev'ry twenty-fifth of December.
6 Still, I'm just a pet that men forget and only tailors remember.
7 Yet when I see the way all the ladies treat their husbands
who put up the dough,
8 You cannot think me odd if then I thank God I'm a gigolo.
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