I Gotta Guy Songtext / Lyric

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