Leaning on a Lamp-Post - George Formby

I’m 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

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 anyhow I know that she’ll try

Oh me, oh my, I hope that 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 leave me flat, she’s not a girl like that

Oh 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 passes by

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 anyhow I know that she’ll try

Oh me, oh my, I hope the little lady goes wadda dadda da de bom bom

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 wouldn’t leave me flat, she’s not a girl like that

Oh 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 passes by