I'm a Poached Egg (Without Toast) Songtext
von Ella Fitzgerald
I'm a Poached Egg (Without Toast) Songtext
I′m a poached egg without a piece of toast
Yorkshire pudding without a beef to roast
I'm a haunted house that hasn′t got a ghost
When I'm without you
I'm a mousetrap without a piece of cheese
I′m Vienna without the Viennese
I′m Da Vinci without the Mona Lisa
I'm skies without blue
When you don′t hang around I'm a kangaroo without a hop
When will you show me that as Romeo you′re not a flop?
I'm Western without a hitching post
I′m a network without a coast-to-coast
Just a poached egg without a piece of toast
Each time I'm without you
I am Venice without a gondolier
Or Milwaukee without a glass of beer
Could be Switzerland without a mountaineer
When I'm without you
Like Columbus without Queen Isabel
Neiman Marcus without a thing to sell
Mr. Hilton with only one hotel
And what can I do?
Each time you wander hinder and yonder, don′t know where I′m at
I only know I'm lonely so I′m here to tell you that
I'm a girlfriend without a thing to boast
Any egghead would have me diagnosed
As a poached egg without a piece of toast
Each time I′m without you
I'm a poached egg
Yorkshire pudding without a beef to roast
I'm a haunted house that hasn′t got a ghost
When I'm without you
I'm a mousetrap without a piece of cheese
I′m Vienna without the Viennese
I′m Da Vinci without the Mona Lisa
I'm skies without blue
When you don′t hang around I'm a kangaroo without a hop
When will you show me that as Romeo you′re not a flop?
I'm Western without a hitching post
I′m a network without a coast-to-coast
Just a poached egg without a piece of toast
Each time I'm without you
I am Venice without a gondolier
Or Milwaukee without a glass of beer
Could be Switzerland without a mountaineer
When I'm without you
Like Columbus without Queen Isabel
Neiman Marcus without a thing to sell
Mr. Hilton with only one hotel
And what can I do?
Each time you wander hinder and yonder, don′t know where I′m at
I only know I'm lonely so I′m here to tell you that
I'm a girlfriend without a thing to boast
Any egghead would have me diagnosed
As a poached egg without a piece of toast
Each time I′m without you
I'm a poached egg
Writer(s): Ira Gershwin, George Gershwin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com