The gentleman is a dope, a man of many faults
A clumsy Joe who wouldn't know a Rumba 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'd like to hug and hold against you 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
He'll never belong to me.