Classic Poem

VERSE

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.



REFRAIN

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 anyway I know that she'll try.
Oh me, oh my,
I hope the little lady comes by.
There's no other girl I could wait for,
But this one I'd break any date for.
I won't have to ask what she's late for,
She'd never leave me flat,
She's not a girl like that.
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 comes by.