Leaning on a lamp-post

(Intro)
I'm leaning on a lamp, maybe you think I look a tramp,
Or you may think I'm hanging 'round to steal a motor-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 lamp-post 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 the 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 have to leave me flat,
She's not a girl like that.

Oh, she's absolutely wonderful,
And marvellous and beautiful,
And anyone can understand why
I'm leaning on a lamp-post at the corner of the street
In case a certain little lady passes by.

I'm leaning on a lamp-post 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 the little lady comes by.

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