Just A Gigolo

'Twas in a Paris cafe where first I found him

He was a Frenchman, a hero of the war

But war was over, and here that piece that crowned him

He had medals to wear and nothing more

Every night in the same cafe he strove by

And as he strove by, ladies hear him say

"If you admire me, hire me,

A gigolo who knew a better day, oh"

Just a gigolo

Everywhere I go, ho ho ho

People know the part

I'm playing, ha

Why, I paid for every dance

Selling each romance

Every night some heart

Betraying

Look here!

There will come a day

Youth will pass away

Then, then what will they say

About me?

When the end comes I know

They'll say just a gigolo

As life goes on

Without me