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

Ella Fitzgerald - Clap Hands Here Comes Charlie

Jun 1989

1. A Night In Tunisia
2. You're My Thrill
3. My Reverie
4. Stella By Starlight
5. 'Round Midnight
6. Jersey Bounce
7. Signing Off
8. Cry Me A River
9. This Year's Kisses
10. Good Morning Heartache
11. (I Was) Born To Be Blue
12. Clap Hands Here Comes Charlie!
13. Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most
14. Music Goes Round And Around
15. The One I Love Belongs To Somebody Else
16. I Got A Guy
17. This Could Be The Start Of Something Big