Ella Fitzgerald - Boy Wanted lyrics
[Ella Fitzgerald - Boy Wanted lyrics]
I've just finished writing an advertisement
Calling for a boy
No half hearted Romeo or flirt is meant
That's the kind I'd not employ
Though anybody interested can apply
He must know a thing to qualify
For instance:
He must be able to dance
He must make life a romance
I said a boy wanted one who can smile
Boy wanted lovable style
He must be tender and true
And he must know how to woo
I know we'll get acquainted mighty soon
Out in a garden 'neath a harvest moon
And if he proves to be
The right little laddie i'll make him glad
He'll answer my ad!
To be the boy of my choice
He needn't own a Rolls Royce
The kind of boy wanted needn't have gold
Boy wanted mustn't be cold
If he has oodles of charm
I'll even life on a farm
If he fit's into my picture of a home
I'll be so nice he'll never have to roam
Yes, if he proves to be
The right little laddie i'll make him glad
He answered my ad
He must like musical shows
And he must wear snappy clothes
Yes, that is my story and to it I'll stick
There's no glory in having a hick
He must know how to say "Yes!"
When I look at a new dress
Oh, I'll be ready when the right one calls
And I'll start vamping him until he falls
And if he subsidises me, oh, sweet daddy!
I'll make him glad he answered my ad!
The movies he must avoid
He'll know his Nietzsche and Freud
I said a boy wanted one who knows books
Boy wanted needn't have looks
He must be such a saint
But, Oh! he dassent say 'ain't'
I don't care if his bankroll totals naught
For we can live on love and food for thought
If he's a scholar, when I see him I'll holler
'My lad, I'm glad you answered my ad!'
Calling for a boy
No half hearted Romeo or flirt is meant
That's the kind I'd not employ
Though anybody interested can apply
He must know a thing to qualify
For instance:
He must be able to dance
He must make life a romance
I said a boy wanted one who can smile
Boy wanted lovable style
He must be tender and true
And he must know how to woo
I know we'll get acquainted mighty soon
Out in a garden 'neath a harvest moon
And if he proves to be
The right little laddie i'll make him glad
He'll answer my ad!
To be the boy of my choice
He needn't own a Rolls Royce
The kind of boy wanted needn't have gold
Boy wanted mustn't be cold
If he has oodles of charm
I'll even life on a farm
If he fit's into my picture of a home
I'll be so nice he'll never have to roam
Yes, if he proves to be
The right little laddie i'll make him glad
He answered my ad
He must like musical shows
And he must wear snappy clothes
Yes, that is my story and to it I'll stick
There's no glory in having a hick
He must know how to say "Yes!"
When I look at a new dress
Oh, I'll be ready when the right one calls
And I'll start vamping him until he falls
And if he subsidises me, oh, sweet daddy!
I'll make him glad he answered my ad!
The movies he must avoid
He'll know his Nietzsche and Freud
I said a boy wanted one who knows books
Boy wanted needn't have looks
He must be such a saint
But, Oh! he dassent say 'ain't'
I don't care if his bankroll totals naught
For we can live on love and food for thought
If he's a scholar, when I see him I'll holler
'My lad, I'm glad you answered my ad!'