Cab Calloway

Angeline

Poor me, I ain't got a gal in this town,

All of them turned me down,

'Cause I ain't got a gal in this town.



Eee-eee-eee...

All yellows and browns,

All of them turned me down,

'Cause I ain't got a gal in this town.



Boo-hoo, you hear my mournful wail,

I even looked in jail,

For a familiar frail.



Oooh-doo, you, you, you got me down,

Stop your dragging me 'round,

'Cause I ain't got a gal in this town.



I've got a million gals in Memphis,

I've got a gal way out in Saint Paul,

I took my hat and left them flat

'Cause they couldn't kick the gong.



[Repeats first four verses]