Testi Soundtracks :: L

I've always had both feet on the ground before,

But lately I've been foolish enough to fall

For a doll I only wish I did not adore,

'Cause she isn't my type at all.



I'm crazy for a baby that I can't forget,

This baby is a blonde, I like 'eh jet-brunette--

Oh, why am I so gone about that gal?

I go for hair that's curly,

Hers is strictly straight,

The color of her lipstick is my favorite hate--

Oh, why am I so gone about that gal?

To ask her out to dinner I'd be more inclined

But she's got one terrible flaw--

She eats a lot of veg'tables of ev'ry kind

And all of 'em raw!

Her body is a poem when she does a dance

But not for anybody seekin' hot romance--

Oh, why am I so gone about that gal?



Each time I say hello, she always says goodbye,

She wants to be alone, I want to multiply--

Oh, why am I so gone about that gal?

To sit with her and neck with her

Would be so nice

If I only could find a way to melt the ice--

Oh, why am I so gone about that gal?

Her clo'es at any supper club are much too plain,

I'm for fancy satin and silk,

And when I ask the waiter for his best champagne,

She hollers for milk!

Yet ev'ry time she's near me I begin to ache,

"Espeshly" if she socks me when I'm on the make--

Oh, why am I so gone about that gal?