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.