Ella Fitzgerald - I Got a Guy lyrics

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