I should like you all to know
I'm a famous gigolo
And of lavender, my nature's got just a dash in it
As I'm slightly unders**ed
You will always find me next
To some dowager who's wealthy rather than pa**ionate
Go to one of those night club places
And you'll find me stretching my braces
Pushing ladies with lifted faces 'round the floor
But I must confess to you
There are moments when I'm blue
And I ask myself whatever I do it for
I'm a flower that blooms in the winter
Sinking deeper and deeper in snow
I'm a baby who has
No mother but jazz
I'm a gigolo
Ev'ry morning, when labor is over
To my sweet-scented lodgings I go
Take the gla** from the shelf
And look at myself
I'm a gigolo
I get stocks and bonds
From faded blondes
Ev'ry twenty-fifth of December
Still I'm just a pet
That men forget
And only tailors remember
Yet when I see the way all the ladies
Treat their husbands who put up the dough
You cannot think me odd
If then I thank God
I'm a gigolo