Classic Poem

(T HE Vamp OF S AVANNAH )

(with Bob Bigelow and Charles Bates)

VERSE 1

In old Savannah,
I said, Savannah,
The weather there is nice and warm.
The climate's of the southern brand,
But here's what I don't understand:
They've got a gal there,
A pretty gal there,
Who's colder than an arctic storm.
Got a heart just like a stone;
Even ice men leave her alone.

REFRAIN 1

They call her Hard-Hearted Hannah,
The vamp of Savannah,
The meanest gal in town.
Leather is tough but Hannah's heart is tougher;
She's a gal who loves to see men suffer!
To tease 'em and thrill 'em,
To torture and kill 'em,
Is her delight, they say.
I saw her at the seashore with a great big pan;
There was Hannah pouring water on a drowning man.
She's Hard-Hearted Hannah,
The vamp of Savannah.

VERSE 2

You ought to see her,
You ought to see her,
Outside she's just as soft as silk.
But socially she's hard as nails,
She's just a gal who hates the males!
And when she's nasty,
Oh, when she's nasty,
She's 'bout as sweet as sour milk.
Nothing she likes better than
Feedin' poisoned food to a man.

REFRAIN 2

They call her Hard-Hearted Hannah,
The vamp of Savannah,
The meanest gal in town.
Talk of your cold, refrigerating mammas,
Brother, she's the polar bear's pajamas!
To tease 'em and thrill 'em,
To torture and kill 'em,
Is her delight, they say.
An ev'ning spent with Hannah sitting on your knees
Is like trav'ling through Alaska in your B.V.D.'s.
She's Hard-Hearted Hannah,
The vamp of Savannah.