| I wonder why does ev’rybody look at me And then begin to talk about a Christmas tree?
|
| I hope that means that ev’ryone is glad to see
|
| The lady in the tutti-frutti hat.
|
| The gentlemen, they want to make me say, «Si, si,»
|
| But I don’t tell them that, I tell them, «Yes, sir-ee!»
|
| And maybe that is why they come for dates to me,
|
| The lady in the tutti-frutti hat.
|
| Some people say I dress too gay,
|
| But ev’ry day, I feel so gay;
|
| And when I’m gay, I dress that way,
|
| Is something wrong with that?
|
| No!
|
| Americanos tell me that my hat is high,
|
| Because I will not take it off to kiss a guy;
|
| But if I ever start to take it off, ay, ay!
|
| I do that once for Johnny Smith
|
| And he is very happy with
|
| The lady in the tutti-frutti hat!
|
| Americanos tell me that my hat is high,
|
| Because I will not take it off to kiss a guy;
|
| But if I ever start to take it off, ay, ay!
|
| I do that once for Johnny Smith
|
| And he is very happy with
|
| The lady in the tutti-frutti hat! |