LEANING ON A LAMPOST

I’m leaning on a lamp, maybe you think I look a tramp,


Or you may think I’m hanging round to steal a car.


But no, I’m not a crook, and if you think that’s what I look,


I’ll tell you why I’m here and what my motives are.

I’m leaning on a lamppost at the corner of the street


In case a certain little lady comes by,


Oh me, oh my, I hope the little lady comes by.


I don’t know if she’ll get away, she doesn’t always get away,


But anyhow I know that she’ll try,


Oh me, oh my,I hope that little lady comes by.

There’s no other girl I would wait for,


But this one I’d break any date for,


I won’t have to ask what she’s late for.


She wouldn’t leave me flat, she’s not a girl like that.


Oh she’s absolutely wonderful and marvelous and beautiful


And anyone can understand why,


I’m leaning on a lamppost at the corner of the street,


In case a certain little lady passes by.