I'm a Gigolo

I should like you all to know

I'm a famous gigolo

And of lavender, my nature's got just a dash in it

As I'm slightly undersexed

You will always find me next

To some dowager who's wealthy rather than passionate

Go to one of those night club places

And you'll find me stretching my braces

Pushing ladies with lifted faces 'round the floor

But I must confess to you

There are moments when I'm blue

And I ask myself whatever I do it for

I'm a flower that blooms

in the winter

Sinking deeper and deeper in snow

I'm a baby who has

No mother but jazz

I'm a gigolo

Ev'ry morning, when labor is over

To my sweet-scented lodgings I go

Take the glass from the shelf

And look at myself

I'm a gigolo

I get stocks and bonds

From faded blondes

Ev'ry twenty-fifth of December.

Still I'm just a pet

That men forget

And only tailors remember

Yet when I see the way all the ladies

Treat their husbands who put up the dough

You cannot think me odd

If then I thank God

I'm a gigolo