He's really a marvelous chappy,
he's renowned for his savoir -faire, a glance from him makes the girls happy, and his smile has them walking on air.
As he strolls down the avenue daily,
all the feminine hearts start to thrill
But somehow today, I'm sorry to say,
the gentleman's charm is nil
The gentleman's clothes are smart,
the gentleman's all the rage
He's set for love from hat to glove,
the gentleman leaves a shade
The gentleman has technique,
the gentleman's quite a name
He's mighty smooth and in the groove,
but the gentleman leaves a shade
It may be none of my business,
but here's the point to the song
You just can't start to break a
heart with whiskey three feet long
If the gentleman wants the love the
gentleman seems to crave
He'd better hop to the barber shop cause the gentleman needs
a shave
Hello there,
Texas, what'd you say?
What'd you say?
How come you're looking so,
uh, brought down today?
Well, my romance is headed
straight for the grave.
Of course, my gal won't kiss
me until I shave.
She says prickly pears are
a pick for pickles.
There ain't no peach pick
s a man that prickles.
Well, man, you're due for
a once -over like.
Well, get out to the barbershop.
There ain't nothing to say.
Well, shave or no shave,
I want to hear you, too.
All right.
I don't mind that beard.
On you, it looks cute.
Aye.
So long it gets under my feet.
Well, climb out of that halof
and let's get on the beat.