Ella Fitzgerald — I Got a Guy

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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