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