I Gotta Guy Songtext
von Ella Fitzgerald

I Got A Guy
Chick Webb & his Orchestra
V_Ella Fitzgerald (1937)


I got a guy
He don′t dress me in sable
He looks nothing like Gable
But he's mine
And I think he′s too divine
I got a guy
When he starts into pet me
He's the sauce on spaghetti
He's the kind that you can′t keep off you mind
I got a guy
And he′s tough
He's just a gem in the rough
But when I polish him up
I swear, he′ll be a Tiffany solitaire
I'm riding high
′Cos I'm happy and carefree
There is nothing can scare me
′Cos I got a guy

I got a guy
And he's tough
He's just a gem in the rough
But when I polish him up
I swear, he′ll be a Tiffany solitaire
I′m riding high
'Cos I′m happy and carefree
There is nothing can scare me
'Cos I got a guy