Ella Fitzgerald - I Got A Guy Lyrics
I Got A GuyChick Webb & his Orchestrav_Ella Fitzgerald (1937)I got a guyHe don't dress me in sableHe looks nothing like GableBut he's mineAnd I think he's too divineI got a guyWhen he starts into pet meHe's the sauce on spaghettiHe's the kind that you can't keep off you mindI got a guyAnd he's toughHe's just a gem in the roughBut when I polish him upI swear, he'll be a Tiffany solitaireI'm riding high'Cos I'm happy and carefreeThere is nothing can scare me'Cos I got a guyI got a guyAnd he's toughHe's just a gem in the roughBut when I polish him upI swear, he'll be a Tiffany solitaireI'm riding high'Cos I'm happy and carefreeThere is nothing can scare me'Cos I got a guy